Bloomfield or a Childhood Memory

North American Premiere

I walked by my father’s side, hanging on to his right hand, trying to catch up with his big steps. I was about to be in Bloomfield football stadium for the first time. People, all dressed in red, called my father’s name.  “This is my son,” he said, a large hand stroked my hair. Next to the box office, I lost my father. A Cinematic journey to Bloomfield football stadium from a child’s point of view.