{Freedom is an ethereal, but infinitely longing, suspected bubble but something as thick as a stone}
When watching the film, I always have the illusion that I am David, a child who spends his life looking for his own knowledge of the world, who has been repeatedly injured but firmly pursues stubbornness, then allow me to tell this story as you.
I am 12 years old, living under the oppression and ugliness of darkness, and I can see bloody scenes every day. They beat them with leather whips, and their vicious eyes always reveal murderous aura. And I, I don't know where I came from, I don't know where my parents are, and I don't know why I'm here, so I think this is the whole world, yes, I'm afraid, I want to escape, but almost no one can get out alive? But John told me to live bravely, I don't know what's the point of living? All I know is that if I repeat this life every day, I might as well die. I accidentally stole a bar of soap by accident. John was shot on the spot with a pistol because he took the blame for me. I only remember the way he fell, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life.
So I started a journey of escape by myself, I only have one goal to keep going, which is to send the letter that the police officer gave me to Copenhagen, I don't know the content, not even the distance between me and Copenhagen because I have never I have never seen Earth without stepping out of this prison alone.
I escaped from the perimeter full of electric gates. I couldn't climb up, so I kept digging holes with my hands. I couldn't imagine where the strength of my little hands came from, and I managed to escape from the hole before the patrolmen found it. I looked back. A glance at their anxious and doubtful eyes, and the contorted and exaggerated body caused by this, they smiled faintly. For the first time, does this mean that I am finally liberated? I escaped the clutches of those ferocious people on my own, so I ran and ran as fast as I could.
Everyone I met on the road asked me: Who am I? where am i from? Where am I going? Why am I alone and no one worried about me? I don't want to tell anyone my name is David, can David explain who I am? Just thinking of this name comes to my mind the image of my mother smiling warmly and gently stroking me and calling me David, I don't know anything about the other, and I wouldn't know me if it wasn't for the mission of this letter Where am I going, I don't belong anywhere in the world do I? I am even more reluctant to mention that prison full of spider webs and no gentleness. No one there can laugh, I have no friends except John, but in the end he too was killed.
Until I saved a girl in a fire, my world began to change a little bit, she would hold my hand and smile at me brightly She told me about Shakespeare and said a lot of beautiful things She showed me the globe and told me Where am I Copenhagen, their whole family treats me politely and welcomes me with a sumptuous dinner. They keep saying thank you for my greatness and selflessness. I don't know what greatness is. I just know that life is so precious, and I will try my best to save anyone. My stiff face had no expression at all, but when I faced her, I finally understood that the corners of my mouth rose because I received the happy signal from my heart. Is this the "good thing in the world" that John told me? Is this what he asked me to look for? I don't know, but my heart begins to believe in beauty.
I didn't stop and went on my way alone because I didn't belong anywhere I just got out of jail to deliver the letter. On the way, a white-haired grandmother sat by the whole lake. She couldn't help but walk over to take a look. I don't know what beauty is because I only remember the cold iron gate. Grandma insisted on painting me a portrait. She said that I was serious and persistent. She wondered why there was so much helplessness and pain in my eyes when I was 12 years old. I'm as silent as ever I can't tell anyone where I've been, and I'll always keep in mind the principle John told me: don't trust anyone.
She lives in a small town near Copenhagen, and I got out of the country without going through passport checks in her car. Grandma left me to live at her house at night. For the first time, I felt the warmth of being hugged. I leaned against my grandma and my tears flowed. I got my grandma and showed her the letter, she even helped me get in touch with the address the letter was sent to and put me on the plane to Copenhagen in person.
From that moment on, I began to believe in the beauty of this world. When I got off the plane in Copenhagen and saw my mother greet me with a gentle smile, I forgot the cold prison and the pain of John being shot to death. and began to believe in the world.
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