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The warmth and sorrow in the years of suffering
Rhoda 2022-01-21 08:03:35
Always impressed by the ending of the movie, the whole picture is shrouded in a hazy halo. The protagonist stands alone in a corner of the crowded square. He is going home. He looks forward to the home he longs for and his beloved mother. The golden and warm sunlight sprinkled quietly on this land, surrounding him. Euphemistic and beautiful music flows gently on the screen, and the hero’s voice-over sounded quietly: Even now, even here I recognized it—my favorite hour in the camp. And I was filled with a sharp, painful and helpless feeling. I felt homesick. Yes, in a certain sense life there was cleaner and simpler. Those who saved me came back to me. For the first time I thought of them with mild resentment, a kind of affectionate grudge. But let's not exaggerate. I accept every argument for the price of being able to live. I looked around in that gentle, dusky square, at that storm-tossed street which nonetheless held so much promise, I felt the readiness gather within me. I would continue this uncontinuable life of mine. I remembered my mother had plans for me to become an engineer, or a doctor. And that'
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Stuart 2022-01-21 08:03:35
People who have not been tortured by the concentration camps said to the returning survivors, "Everything is over, this is the most important thing", as if they had really experienced it. There seems to be no sincerity of helping each other in concentration camps in the normal world.
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Evan 2022-03-18 09:01:08
"I've died once, so I won't be angry anymore." A harmless and innocent boy! I've watched many European and American horror movies, and I really trembled when I watched the maggot wound on Kavi's knee. The ending was a little shock, warm and hazy, and Carvey's lonely back was in the golden sunlight. . . . PS: Uncle Daniel Craig came out to make soy sauce and Xiaoliang~~~~
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[first lines]
Narrator: [narrating] I didn't go to school today. Well, if only to ask my teacher to let me go home. I gave him father's letter. He asked what the reason was. I told him father had been called up for forced labor.
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Rozi: So people don't hate you?
György Köves: Who would hate me?
Rozi: Everyone.
György Köves: But why?
Rozi: Because of this!
[points at his star]
György Köves: Oh, that? Well, they may hate me, but I don't think it's me they hate. Net me personally, just in general.
Rozi: They hate in general?
György Köves: In general, yes. Not you, not me, but... the idea of a Jew.
Rozi: Great. Because I for one don't really know what that is.