Train stops for five minutes

For a long time the clamour of train wagons has been the pulse of the small town of N. In the railway station square stands a huge stone, a reminder of the days when trains would stop in N a little bit longer – long enough to swallow thousands of people and spit them out into the vastness of Siberia. These days the train stops for only five minutes, just long enough for a farewell kiss and a promise to return. The people of N didn’t settle here by accident – there is nothing accidental in this world – and within the everyday routines of the little provincial town of N are secreted extraordinary dreams, memories, discoveries and losses. —Vilnius International Film Festival