Think of two small things

Elsa 2022-01-16 08:02:11

(one)

In April, when the epidemic was the worst in the UK, I bought some summer clothes online. The courier company sent me emails to update the status of the package as usual. It is estimated that in order to draw closer to the so-called intimacy, the business also attached the courier’s information. The kind of profile picture on our health code, a thin white middle-aged man with an embarrassing smile. There is also a brief introduction by the courier: My name is Richard, and I usually like to stay with my family or go outdoors. Later, I got the package normally. The courier named Richard put the items at the centralized pickup point and left, so I didn't see him to see if the real person is the same as the photo. Nice or not. For some reason, I always remember the column of courier information, profile picture, and self-introduction in that email. It was simple and short. I would rather believe that it is not perfunctory.

(two)

In the summer, I went to Morcambe Beach. After the initial release, the number of people gradually increased. The weather was good, and there were couples playing volleyball on the beach. Sitting on the stone embankment to blow the air, and in a row. A man approached with shaggy beard and unkempt hair, tall but arched, wearing a worn out faded hooded sportswear, the zipper was pulled at random, and the round neck of the T-shirt inside was already loose and deformed. While stretching out his right hand to me, he repeated in an almost imploring tone: "Can you give me a few pennies for coffee?" Of course I didn't move, hesitating that he had walked towards the tourists beside him, his eyes were cloudy and there was no light. I watched him ask this way all the way, along the long coastline, until he was submerged in the crowd. Capital society can never die from starvation, but it makes people lose heart and dignity.

Aside from some overly dramatic plots, the background of the film is quite real and it fully shows the life of the British lower class workers. Newcastle, a city in northeastern England, with low red brick houses and winding streets. Father and mother do not have a few sets of clothes a year, doing heavy work; a rebellious son is unlikely to go to university, and even if he does, he will not change much; A daughter, young but very self-reliant. The economy is sluggish, jobs are hard to find, and daily expenses are huge. At the end of the film, his father was beaten by the robbers so that one eye was invisible but he had to deliver the goods at 6 o'clock early in the morning. Faced with the family's obstruction, he just shouted hysterically that he had to work, and then ended in his father's crying alone. Since the West was unblocked from the epidemic, some Chinese students did not understand the people sitting and watching the daily increase in the number of people. They also strongly demanded the resumption of work and even questioned "you want money but not life". The end of this film is a good intertext.

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Sorry We Missed You quotes

  • Abbie Turner: This is my family, and I'm telling you now, nobody messes with my family.

  • Ricky: I don't know what's got into you, I really don't. You're a smart kid just like Liza. You used to be in all the top sets. What is going on? Just give yourself some choices mate.

    Abbie Turner: Seb?

    Seb: Hmm-mm?

    Abbie Turner: We've talked about this. You could go to uni.

    Seb: Go to uni? What, and be like Harpoon's brother? £57 grand in debt and what? Working in a call centre now, getting smashed every weekend just to forget his problems. Of course.

    Ricky: Yeah, but it doesn't have to be like that does it? There's some good jobs out there.

    Seb: Good jobs? What good jobs?

    Ricky: Well there is if you just knuckle down. Give yourself some options. Otherwise you're just going to end up like...

    Seb: What, like you?

    Ricky: Oh fucking nice!

    Abbie Turner: Seb...

    Seb: Do you really think I want that? Really?

    Ricky: Yeah...

    Seb: Well yeah of course I do don't I? I want to be like you.

    Ricky: Yeah, going from shit job to shit job, working 14 hours a day, having to put up with everyone else's shit. Going from one shit job to another shit job. You're just going to end up a skivvy.

    Seb: A skivvy? It's your choice to be a skivvy isn't it? A skivvy doesn't come to, you, you go to it - right?

    Ricky: I'm doing my best Seb.

    Seb: Maybe your best isn't good enough, is it?