Every time I watch a movie about refugees, I will be depressed for a long time. As a small ant, the weak sense of powerlessness always makes people unable to lift their spirits. Talking about Syria, what is left of the memory of it? If there is interest, the war will never be absent. When a Syrian refugee becomes the canvas for an artist's painting, he is no longer a human being, but a million-euro trade in human skins that is auctioned off by the rich Europeans. Civilized people call it art. The Schengen visa is the pass for refugees to enter the European world. It is also called the symbol of the devil by the noble white people. It comes from a far-away country with the dust of war that has not dissipated. It stepped into this beautiful and peaceful paradise, but was suddenly shaken by the spotlight. All they see are demons with good intentions. War and peace are the diplomatic words they talk about. Humanitarian aid to refugees is a common talking skill used by politicians. Refugees are symbolic existences in the world. It is unfortunate. Benchmarks are the passports of dignitaries to enter the arena of interests. They are the tools of human rights scavengers to attack the country. They are nothing but people. As the film says, it is worse than living in the system. It is ignored by it. You are obviously still alive. No longer being treated as a human being? Whose sorrow is this? Who is responsible for the refugees? I think this is a more unsolved problem than the meaning of living Life is meaningless and despairing
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