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With the mischievous and, if I think about it, ill-intentioned desire to recover the memory of his grandfather Christopher Hughes, may God rest him in his blessed glory since 1922, his grandson the composer has composed Robinsonada, a musical mischief that is also allegorical. Pretext to revisit the steps taken by the scoundrel telegraph engineer through a sepia color and a footage with his punctilious adventures that start from the moment the grandmother confesses, with a perverse smile but less sinister than justice, how she found the punctilious grandfather in bed with a foreign woman, one of the English gifts or courtesy that were sent by the Telegraph Company and which, according to the good Hughes, it was impolite to refuse. Jorjadze's feature film uses the tricked-out feature film of the grandson in sepia color that tawdryly uses pretty humor to exemplify the ilk of a grandfather - at least ignorant of Georgia -, for example, he loaded his Winchester to hunt tigers? And his hosts, Anna and Lisa, told him that he would only find rabbits, pheasants, wolves and, with luck, the occasional bear. Anyway, the central node of this story is the grandfather's ridiculous determination to keep his capitalist ideas alive in a Georgian village that, thanks to the nefarious Nestor Neoradze, Anna's brother, began by eliminating all kinds of right-wing vestiges, or that they did not smell at all. To communism or collective farms or to the crushed socialist camaraderie over and over again. They began by expelling undesirables like Lavrenti Mgeladze and then they went against the stubborn Hughes who relapsed into entering Sio but riding on a donkey, after having been carried away with everything and bed to the outskirts of Sio for his ideas. Again and again, Anna lying in bed in the middle of a Georgian meadow near the Delhi-London train station that ceased to exist due to communism, coming and going from a brother who could not bear to see Anna in the arms of a capitalist. In the end, Lavrenti ends up eliminating Nestor, and then Christopher who had the revolver ready to shoot his uncomfortable brother-in-law. The old widow singing, reviewing the seconds that pass through her mind, summarizing her life of loneliness, is perhaps the bitter ending that leaves the bitter pill of history.