A "dick car", two friends, and a lot of people on the road. Moreover, crossing the Americas, in my opinion, is a heavenly yearning.
However, slowly, following this film, what attracted me was no longer the picturesque scenery, but the people on the road. All kinds of people who are living, those who are still tough under great suffering, the calmness on their faces is what moved me the most. A trace of things in my heart was slowly filled, and then gradually pulled away. Satisfaction, yes! Satisfaction! But what is that?
It's a world full of feasting, drunkenness and money, and it's the same world where there are mourning and starving.
Is a sip of Chivas Regal in a luxury hotel more satisfying than a sip of muddy water in the desert?
Travel for travel, travel for life, for lovers, for so-called ideals...
Travel, life, living, for what? I thought the movie could give me an answer, but it threw me a bigger, marshmallow-like mystery. Slowly, but completely wrapping me, dazzling, sweet, and suffocating.
Close your eyes and listen to the original sound of the movie quietly, imagining that you are on your way.
"I wish you could see us,
we're like outlaws, roaming around,
I'm glad we left civilization behind
and are now a little bit closer to the land..." by the
way A: Turns out this story was about Che Guevara. That's right, the bearded mad revolutionary that we printed on T-shirts, bags, and even underwear. But it is such a person, the farewell poem to his wife before his death is this
"Goodbye, my only
Don't tremble in front of hungry wolves,
don't tremble cold on the grassland of longing,
I put you in my heart
and we will be together until the end of the journey. "
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