Some time ago, I saw a very funny story, saying that Slovenia has been diagnosed a lot. I don’t know if Mr. Zizek has lived his ideal life in the post-apocalyptic movie scene. If we forget the suffering of the world for a short time, the epidemic in 2020 is really like a revelation for all mankind. There is a full ridicule of all the factors that human development is proud of so far, economic growth, democratic countries, free individuals, science and education...
Human civilization may be civilized upside down. In a remote village in North Macedonia, a woman like this lived. She seemed to be living at the beginning of civilization, but it showed me the hope of being a human being.
What does "Honeyland" talk about, a woman who lives with her 85-year-old mother is revolving around bees. She searches for beehives in nature, and then collects and breeds them. She does not have a modern toolbox and digs holes in the wall. , Use tiles and soil to build hiding places for bees. When picking nectar, I always say "take half, leave half" in my mouth. She seems to have gained the ability to communicate with bees in experience and patience, and bees will not sting her. A jar of honey can be sold for ten Euros, and sold in the city in exchange for necessities of life.
Because of her illness, her 85-year-old mother can only lie in bed most of the time. In the trivial daily life, she and her mother are almost always quarreling, but as a daughter, she also works hard to please her mother. , Give her bananas, buy her a feather fan, feed her honey, in the silent night, she will light candles, in front of her mother's bed, hold her hand and talk to her softly. She would ask her mother, "What will I do when you leave." Beyond the day-to-day nursing relationship, the mother still has the tenderness and strength of the mother, and the daughter still has the confusion and sadness of the daughter. Winter is extremely hard. She needs to chop wood and light a fire to keep warm. When it snows, boil water from the snow outside. Sitting in front of the fire, teasing the cat, there will be songs from time to time in the mouth, looking forward to the arrival of spring. Then the mother did not wait until the next spring.
The death of modern people always seems to be full of unexpectedness and destructiveness, full of features that violate nature. But I feel that this death of Hatidze's mother is so reasonable and calm, just like the changing of the four seasons and the birth and death of all things in nature. It was full of time, experience and presence, as if after all the hardships, finally arrived. There was a force in the death of his mother that pushed Hatidze to continue to live.
The opposite of Hatidze's lonely life is her only neighbor, a family of children. This family, regardless of gender, works together and raises bees in a more progressive way. There is a herd of cows, trailers, and crops. This big family is a stage in the development of civilization.
The big family madly curses and quarrels with each other together. Although capitalists who buy honey in large quantities have begun to enter their lives, greed has also caused them to start collecting excessive amounts of honey regardless of the laws of nature, but they still carry themselves in their arms. Doubt, this can also be seen from the male host’s worried look, that his trust in nature is greater than his trust in capitalists. But they are still happy, because they are still raising their offspring in nature and hard labor.
Modern people use too many different standards to judge better life, but no matter which standard, people living in this land of honey may be regarded as a hard and lagging lifestyle. We have modern medicine to solve diseases. Industrialization and various machines avoid the pain of labor, we escape intimacy, and there are 10,000 ideologies to explain individuality. But the energy, physical strength, and feelings we have saved are at a loss. We cannot solve boredom, love incompetence, or greed and fear of death.
Fernando Pessoa has a poem that I like after reading it, and I can't forget it. He wrote: Love is eternal innocence, and the only innocence is not to think. I think those who can live like this are really lucky and have a better life. In my opinion, Hatidze is probably such a person.
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