The color of the poster and the silent seasoning on it are full of bewitching flavors. The combination of the two is full of mystery. You can feel the strong red taste and the strong smell of brown earth by sight. I am in awe of senses other than sight. Or it's too easy to see, or it's too easy to make people tired, the little prince said, the really important things can't be seen, so I coveted the smell of "perfume", the hearing of "springtime", "spice". Empire" taste.
Similar narrative style is home alone, this is an adult boy looking back on his youth. It is also the child's perspective, the turbulent and cruel reality and politics grow up in parallel with them - although they are in the same time and space, the disturbing things that adults care about echo in the ears of the children, but they never hear it. After investigating the wars between Turkey and Greece, these still unclear historical events have the eyes of the parties involved, like parents in the eyes of children: they are arguing about important but boring history.
You can keep seeing the repetition of life fragments, what she once did is replaced by him this time, the teenager who was picked up and lit the holy candle is now helping an old man to light the holy candle, and the way they used to behave was also unconsciously affected by him. repeat. Seeing her daughter dancing again, is there any Miaoman and enchanting she was in the past? Life is a kind of inheritance, and in this unconscious repetition and imitation, tradition is gradually achieved.
Politics and religion are simultaneously wrestling with geographical divisions, which inevitably disturbs the lives of the local people. I don’t know what it feels like to be expelled from the motherland. Constantinople, which benefited from the ancient Greek civilization, finally eliminated its origins with the Greeks. Turkish-speaking Greeks who were expelled from Turkey were accepted by Greece but were still considered Turks. Think of the descendants of the colonists living in Zimbabwe. On this wild black continent, the world is strictly divided into black and white. They have a strong sense of superiority to their blood, but in their homeland, they are regarded as A secondary product of the colony. They do not belong to Africa, nor do they belong to Britain. These spiritual drifters are never moored into the port.
Combining realism and fantasy, the long shot of the Turkish landscape is full of Muslim tones and customs, accompanied by a slight sense of nostalgia. The soundtrack is vaguely sad. The repetition of details by many different characters in the plot adds to the sense of compactness.
There are two kinds of travelers in life, one is looking at the map and the other is looking at the mirror. Those who look at the map want to leave, and those who look at the mirror want to go home.
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