After decades, for me, it remains the best Christian film. For symbols and impecable cinematography. For the great performances. For the eyes of young Pawel. For the icon of Mother of God from Czestochowa. For the pictures of John Paul II. For the green screen of computer. And for something who escapes to words. A feeling, an emotion, a delicate sketch of pain, a lesson about faith and trust and illusion, the loss of God and the way to him. Each episode is an admirable job but the first , for me, remains Dekalog in the most profound sense. In past, it was significant for the clash of the fall of East European communism. In present, for the great art of an unique, pure genius director. A boy, his father, his aunt and a frozen lake. And the answer of a computer. A tragedy- its roots and meanings as a kind of mirror reflection.