...not only for delicate subject. But for delicate use of it. Because, scene by scene, it becomes a parable. Or just a poem. A young man. A relation. And a secret. Defining the others more than him. A film about a form of survive. And about the need to be yourself. And, sure, about the courage. It is not easy or fair to write about it. Because it is different and defined more by nuances. And, sure, because to see it is the basic way for discover the profound moving confession about yourself and the others and the borders betweem that. Short, a brave film. In so nuanced way.