They say “Odessan” is a nationality. Whether in Brighton Beach, New York, or Jerusalem’s Little Odessa, exiles still see Odessa, pearl of the Black Sea, in their dreams and call it home. They want to go back to the ancient city just to breathe the air. They walk, sit, play chess, sing songs, and toast the Odessa that raised them like a mother. Others stayed in Israel, many in Little Odessa. An evocative cinematic poem.