Perpetual Motion (2002)

A temple in the suburbs of Ulaanbaatar is home to young orphan girls. A railway track runs near by. Far away, auburn hills loom. The girls help with religious ceremonies, read books, study English and skip rope. The temple is saturated with a parched tranquility. Like a temporary station, the only references to the outside world are the sounds of an occasional train passing and radio commentary about the economic imperialism of foreign corporations.