Wikipedia
Little World is a 2013 Catalan documentary movie about Albert Casals, a young man who has been in a wheelchair since suffering leukemia at the age of five. But this hasn't stopped him from pursuing his dream: to travel around the world. And to do it his way. Without money, without companions, without luggage. He sets off from home armed with nothing but his imagination and his courage.
Little World takes us along on his greatest challenge yet: to reach the exact opposite side of the planet. Is it possible to cross the earth in these conditions? Mixing home video techniques and traditional documentary methods, we will get to know this young man, his love story, his philosophy of life and his parents' approach to raising him. We will see how Albert and his girlfriend, Anna, go from Barcelona to a remote lighthouse in New Zealand... or how they fail in the attempt. The journey (and the film) can be considered sheer madness, an endearing romance or an epic adventure. Or perhaps a little of everything.
The director of the film is Marcel Barrena and is produced by Umbilical Produccions with TV3, TVE, ICAA, ICEC, and Corte y Confección de Películas.
Usage examples of "little world".
It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of sub-mesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves.
Also, the clockwork model breaks down in certain circumstances: over very long periods of time, the gravitational tugs of distant worlds - tugs that might seem wholly insignificant over a few orbits - can build up, and some little world can go unexpectedly careening out of its accustomed course.
That afternoon, the little world of Merlotte's Bar was very quiet.
They think that just because they're big and strong and we're small and pacific, they can steal our riches right out from under our noses and we'll just huddle on our little world and let them do it.
It was a peculiar aggravation of the difficulty of my position that in my world, the little world of Sanstead House, there should be but one woman, and she the very one whom, if I wished to recover my peace of mind, it was necessary for me to avoid.
I buried myself in the little world of Maintenance, worried about divers' gear, fixed warm suits, power packs, stunners, gauntlets, and even recommended greater use of Baldur's small fusion generator for a couple of isolated weather remote stations.
Our little world heaved as the Forager flexed her abdomen for leverage and counter-thrust.
Living in a little world of sycophants, he was galled by the off-hand way in which Wally always treated him.