Synopsis

Boswell is a real-life version of Superman, or perhaps Indiana Jones; of Isaiah or perhaps James Bond along with occasional touches of Mr. Bean. It seems that he’s all of these in one: A man of visions and dreams, who sometimes simply forgets to wake up. A modern nomad from a broken family dreaming of the day he’d save the world. Today he’s feeding cows and chickens, making friends with his farm visitors, and inundating them with his experiences: Two roller-coaster decades, repeatedly crashing to the ground and miraculously returning to charge, full steam ahead, towards the next destination. Who is the real Boswell? Father unknown, mother made Aliya at a tender age and was left with three children she could not raise in the Jerusalem slums. She married a Druze young man and the children who, like their mother, were subjected to harsh treatment and even abuse, found themselves slowly estranged from the only parent they had left. Bowsell bounced around educational institutions and was thrown in a tough Ultra-Orthodox orphanage, from there to an abusive foster home and then to a youth village, where the spirit of adventurism began to take root in his soul. He moved between different homes, enlisted in the IDF, and then boarded a plane to America in search of his dream. The land of unlimited opportunity became, for Bowsell, the place where wild things roam. He was a tireless entrepreneur, found himself collaborating with law enforcement and intelligence organizations, caught criminals, and crisscrossed America. He started businesses, went broke, started others, went broke again, and halfway to nowhere found the kind of dizzying success that only great entrepreneurs encounter. A brief visit to Yad Vashem, Israel’s Holocaust Museum, changes his life and Boswell uses his momentary success, in selling a small company to a huge corporation, to finance the greatest, craziest adventure – Syria. “Never Again,” says this Jewish citizen of Israel to himself, as he enters terrorist-infested Syria time and time again, in an attempt to save refugees. “Never Again,” he whispers to himself as he is almost abducted twice, and a price tag of millions is placed on his head. “Never Again,” he says for again – but too late – as he discovers that his kind heart has been exploited by various people and entities, who make all his money vanish within a few short years. But Boswell wouldn’t stop. In his mind, he was already framing the next goal: A Middle- Eastern version of peace on earth. He made proposals, drafted ideas, and forged almost unimaginable ties with powerful regional leaders, until he was once again left penniless and back at square one. Boswell flavors his stories with humor and dramatic descriptions, which sometimes sound like classic schizophrenic delusions: The surreal meeting in a hot tub with a bunch of naked Bedouins; the fast friendship with the exiled Syrian leader, negotiations for permits to export Kurdish oil, kidnapping, and the mystery rendezvous with intelligence operatives all over the world. But as God is our witness, all these stories really did happen. Some of the details have been changed in order to protect the safety and wellbeing of others and of Boswell himself, and in some, literary license, alive and well in Boswell’s mind and soul, was taken as he enthusiastically tells his incredible story. At another time, Boswell could have been the protagonist of a biblical story. Here he is like King Saul in reverse, seeking a crown and finding asses, searching for oil and finding nothing but trouble. He is like Moses, standing before the burning bush, asking where his God is. Boswell falls down and gets back up as often as others change clothes. Always with a smile, always with faith; always with a story. His story is the existential struggle that takes place in the soul of every person –between reality and imagination, between obligations and the need for freedom, between ideals, and the clash with cold routine.