The story is about a 12-year-old boy named Mauro, who is rushed to his grandfather's motel, by his parents who are left-wing political activists about running away out of fear of being captured by the brutal military regime. The parents tell Mauro that they will go on holiday and return for the World Cup. Unfortunately Mauro is left on the doorstep only to discover that his grandfather has died. His father and grandfather were Jews, and the neighborhood in which he was left was inhabited primarily by Jews, whose language was primarily Yiddish. After waiting at the door for a while, his grandfather's neighbor and friend, Shlomo, comes home to find the boy waiting for him. Shlomo and the rest of the Jewish community now face a moral dilemma. Should the community welcome a boy, raised as a “goy,” but the grandson of a recently deceased member of the community? And if so, should Shlomo himself take on this task? Being the compassionate and caring community that they were, most of them still agreed that the boy should be taken in; the chief rabbi tells Shlomo that God brought the boy to your house, and therefore Shlomo should take the boy, which I agree with. Not just because of God, but because we're talking about a 12 year old boy. It would be our duty as human beings to care for someone in such circumstances, beyond the fact that Judaism requires it