In order to be able to see the sea directly from home, I cut down all the big trees by the sea. The colonel who said this was standing in front of his house in a military uniform, looking down at the Caspian Sea, which he could never go back to.
In order for their daughter to find a golden turtle son-in-law, the family lived in a mansion rented for $140,000. After the daughter got married, the colonel bought a house that could be turned over 3-4 at a very low price, and the house happened to be near the sea. Calculating the room for appreciation of the house, the colonel quit his undecent job, and his child's college expenses were also settled. But accidents came one by one. First, the original owner of the house made a big noise, and received a letter from a lawyer, as well as unprovoked threats from a policeman who was a member of the violent agency of the people's public servants. But the colonel solved them one by one, and he didn't seem to receive the slightest interruption with his good life. However, the accidental death of his son announced the disintegration of the whole family, and the son was also killed by the people's servants. It turns out that the son is the colonel's home. Having lost their home, their family also returned to Allah’s embrace.
The hostess, a divorced woman who was so decadent that she didn't start working hard to take it home after she lost her home. In the case of not paying the $500 transaction tax, the house was forced to auction by the government, and these were caused by a small mistake by the government. She asks a friend, a lawyer, a policeman who is inexplicably in love with herself and her own brother, respectively. But the lawyer could not recourse to her house. The police seemed to be just a three-second warm man. Her brother regarded her work as his life. She lost her last hope and chose to commit suicide. However, he was rescued twice by the colonel and his family, and finally returned to the colonel's house with repentance and saw a tragic scene. When the police asked who the owner was, she said that this was not my home. The home that my father had worked hard for 30 years to repay the loan for himself and his brother no longer had the lasting and deep smell of paternal love. Instead, the culprit was contaminated with the blood of the colonel's family. She never wanted her again.
As for the police, as the profession with the most extensive contact with ordinary people in the violent organization, he and the heroine met and "loved" the heroine when she was forced to take over the house of the heroine. He expressed his love to the hostess, and never concealed the family background of his wife and children, who had gradually lost their passion. After understanding what happened to the heroine, he could have taken off his police uniform and had an open dispute for his lover. But he didn't. He chose to put on his own "power is axiom" FTO cloak, a condescending threat to immigrants who are unfamiliar with life. Later, they even used guns to force them to return the house at the original price. This led to the tragedy of the colonel's family. He also went to jail.
Is the home really that sea-view room shrouded in fog all the year round? For the heroine, this may be the result of the father’s 30 years of hard work. From the perspective of the whole movie, my father should be the heroine’s closest family member. After the house was auctioned off, she repeatedly asked the lawyer if she could be in 18 Mother No. took back her house before coming to see her. Maybe family is to do everything possible to maintain the status quo for the hostess. For her, family is to maintain the status quo, and the home left by her father is her support. But what about the colonel? This is just a house, a means to realize one's dreams. Dreams are the support of his family. And passion is the support of the police.
When it loses support, everyone's spirit falls apart.
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