Bahram Zaimi - Shawnee

A wind from the graveyard of the warriors brings back the reminiscence of the brave men lost in a battle. The window is open, the rustling leaves of an old tree are revealing a secret. Danny, sitting on his sofa watching TV, does not find the stupid characters funny anymore. The voices from the Braves remind him the fight is not ended. The golden eagle is still flying high; the spirits of the true owners are hovering above their Native Land.