During World War II, eight Italian soldiers, plus a named mule, were sent to an inexplicable Greek island in the blue Aegean Sea.
At first, a group of people was trembling, and they were made to scream and jump by a chicken on a small island where there was no ghost in sight. In the chaos, the mule with the name was killed.
A few idle people accidentally broke the only radio that kept in touch with the outside world. Some people began to sketch, and some people began to recite ancient Greek poems. Under the setting sun, the Aegean Sea turned into golden silhouettes of soldiers wearing helmets crookedly, quite lonely.
The sudden sound of the bell came from the feet of a beautiful Greek woman, and the soldier who couldn't speak the words shouted, "We are friends, Greeks, Italians, one is a face, the other is an ancestor."
Then the priest appeared, the villagers appeared, The kids showed up, the soldiers started putting down their guns, everyone chatted, danced, drank, played football, everything seemed natural, and there were no R-rated scenes of confrontation or slaughter or devastation.
The Italian soldiers began to learn the local dance seriously, and they seemed to dance like the Mongolians, and everyone got along very well. Later, prostitutes also appeared. Of course, the soldiers arranged the schedule meticulously, and everyone had to follow the rules. It wasn't until later when the cautious-looking guy finally said he loved the prostitute that I was slightly moved, even though I had already thought of a similar arrangement.
Their guns were cheated by the Turks, they simply took off their military uniforms and lived the lives of the locals. Wearing wide-leg trousers, a white shirt, a small vest, dancing, playing football, jumping from high cliffs to swimming in the Aegean Sea.
The lieutenant who drew the sketch promised the priest to restore the frescoes destroyed by the Germans in the church. He painted all eight brothers on it, and they looked holy with the halo of God. The two got married. In this church, the soldier said, "I won't go back. My country doesn't need me. I don't want to go back. This is my home."
I was very reluctant to have them taken back, even though one of them had been trying every means to get back to Italy. They lived so happily on this small Greek island, why did they want to go back? With so many responsibilities and missions, wouldn't it be good to live happily?
I always remember that picture, under the same sunset, with the same silhouette effect, but it was a beautiful Greek woman dancing with a soldier, accompanied by a unique banjo song. It was a mess.
At the end of the film, "Dedicated to all those who are wandering", ..., so dedicated to myself, in the cold late autumn.
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