by Deborah Cywiner – 14’ – Israele
It seemed that Eugenia had no future the poor seamstress. She didn?t have anything else but a sewing machine and an old rag doll named Fortunata. At her tiny little wooden house she sits and sews continuously from dawn to dusk hopelessly devoted and having nothing to hope for. Was it destiny itself or just a silly mistake that took absent minded Eugenia by surprise leaving her with no wood for the stove late one evening. It is only at the bewitched forest where scared Eugenia would find what will save her?