MY THOUGHTS ARE SILENT is a story about immigration, as a state of mind. It’s about a young man, who grew up too quickly and his middleaged mother, who managed to stay young at heart. It is a story about the last journey to the places of your childhood, which do not become one’s true love, but love they can teach. Our protagonist is heavy in both his figure and his thoughts. The movements of our camera are not the accidental impulses of the camera operator. They are the clumsy apparatus’ reactions to the calls of the world around it. Our protagonist is very tall, but it is not an excuse for us to laugh at someone who has already been mocked by mother-nature, it is the reason we distance ourselves and observe the story from afar, instead of being right inside of it. There is a difference between passive contemplation and active empathy, which has nothing to do with imitating action through camera - it is to do with author’s attitude towards his characters. Our characters constantly blab on about the little nothings and stay silent about what’s really important. The nature of this silence is the main subject of our film. The birth of a new idea flickering across a person’s face is the main focus of our frame and silence is our strongest accent. As only in silence can one hear its inner voice. Our story takes place at the crossing of different genres. The cold air of drama and the warm air of comedy meet in the spring troposphere. We speak to the audience in the language of the atmospheric front born in between the two. The buffer zone between the air masses of sad and funny is our intonation. The counterpoint is our music. The conflict is our atmosphere. The pause is our act. Spring is our colour. The road is our rhythm. 16-18°C is the temperature of our air. The partly cloudy skies of the plot are possible but without the pathetical precipitation.