That all understanding and longing for love between different provenances, between Jews and Gentiles, is overwhelmed by the burden of a never-ending past, but also about hope that love and understanding might some day become possible - this is the tale told with melancholy, wit and irony by Gebirtig. 'And than I think to myself, when feet are finally warm and head remains nice and cool, that it's not the Messiah coming, but still it feels wonderful.'