Movie.
The story takes place in World War II.
The hero is a German soldier who was captured in Russia and escorted to the wild land of Siberia to mine lead.
It was freezing cold and there was no way to escape.
Desperately planning to resign, but was told: sooner or later lead poisoning, all people.
Despair, fear, like a blizzard swept across the sky, he didn't even know what he was thinking, and was wrapped into the blizzard he fled to.
The prisoner of war camp doctor gave him all the clothes, food, compass, gun and knife that he had saved for a long time. The doctor wanted to run away, but when everything was ready, he found out that he had cancer.
On the white expanse of snow, the frightened bird is cold, hungry, and frightened. When he finds that his dry food is exhausted, when he finds that he has actually gone back to his old way, and when he is ruthlessly run over by a sled, he always slowly stretches out a little bit, proving that he is still alive. Live, move, and walk.
He promises his pregnant wife: Christmas will be back.
In the dazzling lights of the Northern Lights, how could he still count the days. There are only memories in the past, and memories drive him to the future, and the future can only be left to fate.
Finally saw a tree.
Alone and bare in the snow.
He was ecstatic, and wept aloud: This is life! For the first time on the 14,000-kilometer escape, the thing of life was revealed.
When there is no one fleeing in the snow field, even despair is lonely.
When someone flees, fear is entwined into every nerve ending. Snowfields are no longer dead, but your partner is very likely to let you die without knowing it.
The gold digger he had rescued snapped back and punched—he was caught off guard and rolled off a snowy cliff.
The local natives helped him.
It was the most wonderful time on the run.
Sincerely and sincerely, I almost doubt that he will never leave, the warm and gentle town in the icy world.
Still on the road, at home, his wife is waiting for him, his daughter is waiting for him, and his unborn child is waiting for him.
On the way, he walked past faces, the faces of other people's wives, other people's children, and other people's fathers.
His face became thinner, his eyes more vigilant, his mouth more tightly closed, his clothes were ragged, and he smelled like hell.
It was the Jews who helped him this time. It's Jewish!
This person is indeed smaller than the people of that country, but he deserves pity because of his insignificance.
Before the Jew died, he said to the Soviet police: Everyone will help him.
Yes. Perseverance alone is not enough, and luck alone is not enough, we still have to rely on help, the sincere help of strangers.
Wrapped in the assistance of many strangers, with the only thought of going home, he finally returned to Germany and came to the door of his home.
Across the window, he saw: his wife was whispering to his daughter, and the son he had never seen was already a sturdy child—cowardly close to his hometown and cowardly close to his family, and he actually hid.
Escape, the theme at the beginning, slowly turned out to be more and more off topic;
Cowardly the enemy, because he is a prisoner.
Fear of strangers, because people are unpredictable.
A timid and frank stranger, because there is nothing in return.
Cowardly relatives and loved ones, because - it is difficult to meet each other!
Finally, in church, he hugged his daughter with one hand and his wife tightly with the other.
Apparently a far-fetched consummation, in a place of both gratitude and repentance, the family of a German soldier is finally reunited after World War II.
WWII, so far.
Hate, how much more?
understand? I'm afraid it's as hard to say as it used to be.
Thinking of the words I read these days, the Chinese Expeditionary Forces, American soldiers, British soldiers, Indian soldiers, Indian-Burmese indigenous soldiers, and Japanese soldiers on the China-India-Myanmar battlefield can only return to their hometowns.
There is also Guevara, the days of crossing the Americas, the days of guerrilla warfare in the jungle, for the sake of faith, the harder it is, the happier it is.
"As Far As My Feet Will Carry Me", the opening line of "Polar Rebirth". Seems to apply to everyone on the road.
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