
September 17, 1918 · 107 years old

Rifki has lots of luck everything seems to go as he thinks. People of his village brand him as some sort of a holy man. He becomes the governor and tries to make his village a better place.

When one of his horses is killed by an automobile, and when it is clear that neither justice nor charity will prevail, the man begins a slow slide into despair. On the advice of a local holy man, and fuelled by an indefatigable op...