A film poem, perhaps one of the greatest. Images contain memory & the narrator takes us back into his 'old country' Lithuania, his mother as she is, the life that they live that keeps living with the past contained in it, haunting of Nazi Germany, an immigrant life in New York. Hand-held camera, a voice-over that unites the shaky, fragmented images that are memories in a story so moving I cried. Brilliant. Beautiful.
In the poetic, spiritual fragments of Jonas Mekas' journey (to help remind himself of the feeling of home; home which is beyond place - consisting more of people, memory and sensory experience), white butterflies appear out of nowhere as if to highlight the impossible beauty and quick glimpses of his moving images.