Because of a heavy rain, two ordinary people of different races, different ages, and different countries met and fell in love in an Arab tavern. The men were in their thirties and the women were more than double the age. It's loneliness, utter loneliness. Conversations in life seem to just rely on vocalization to prove their presence, and they are not even as long and evocative as moaning during sex. The connection between people is based on the most basic mutual need and use of each other, on the thirst for human body temperature in the cold night, on the emotional thinking of laughing from the bottom of my heart. Yet even this simple need is smashed by environmental and social indifference.
A heavy rain trapped them in the same bar, a joke made him go to her to invite a dance, a hand in hand made their emotions run high, and a rush of wisdom led them to marriage. It seems that their relationship has developed inexplicably from the very beginning, but behind all the coincidences are two honest hearts dancing magpies. The beauty of love lies in its elusiveness. There are so many pubs in the world that can shelter from the rain, but she walked into the one with him. As a German party member, she stepped into the Arab tavern timidly and cautiously.
The humble figure of the male protagonist who is a foreigner is in stark contrast to the arrogance of the German people, and the heroine's transformation from the oppressed to the oppressed is also quite intriguing. This transformation is best understood only by those on the sidelines.
Empty chairs isolate individuals from the crowd, but unexpectedly there is a quiet two-person world, a stalked two-person world. These chairs are like this empty society that can't hold a bit of heterogeneity
Although it has been many years since the end of the war, the heroine can still smell the admiration for Hitler from the mouth of the heroine. She repeatedly asks her boyfriend if he knows "Who Hitler is", the first person to create racial discrimination. The whole country has created a heavy discriminatory environment, and everyone has turned into a rumor maker and spreader, amplifying their own fears and fantasies to increase the fun of gossip and the high-end sense of communication. However, the peaceful atmosphere after the war made almost all of them develop a contradictory dual psychology: on the one hand, they hated the appearance of foreigners and vented all their troubles and grievances on foreigners; on the other hand, they tried their best to cover up their discrimination. Psychologically, before doing any insulting behavior, you always find a high-sounding excuse for yourself.
It's like a grocery store owner, who pretended not to understand him when an Arab came to buy something, and then had to take the initiative to court the Arab and his wife because the store was not doing well. His erratic behavior can be regarded as a leader in the hypocrite class. He wants to insult foreigners and natives who are close to foreigners, but he is unwilling to admit that he is psychopathic and narrow-minded. The word "principle" probably never succeeded in expanding his greasy dictionary, and the word "respect" probably never squeezed into his cold, numb soul.
The heroine's son-in-law is lazy, macho, irritable, selfish and arrogant. He is ignorant but looks down on foreigners who can be their foreman. The only way for him to vent his dissatisfaction is to say that he is sick at home and ask his wife to serve him. As an excellent loser, he has truly fulfilled the twenty-character policy of "rejecting modesty, refusing to progress, venting through gossip, and seeking dignity by insulting the weak". His success lies in his eloquence and expressiveness when he insults foreign foreman behind his back. , The reason is not repeated, and the reason is plausible. Such useless people are good dogs when they are under the command of the totalitarian leaders in any period of the great purge, and they dare to bark when they are tied with an iron chain around their necks.
As a member of the German party, the heroine openly married an Arab after her husband lost her husband. This incident made her neighbors, colleagues, strangers and even her children feel extremely humiliated, and emotionally used words such as "prostitute" Openly tortured, while those who watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal use indifference to surround the husband and wife in a segregated net. The husband and wife broke down one after another, women were forced to join them in bullying new foreigners, and men cheated on their natives under pressure.
The son of the heroine's neighbor went to work in a foreign country, and he needed to put things in the basement of the heroine's house, and he also needed the heroine's husband to move things. He finally showed his favor when he had to bow his head to the heroine and his wife. This kind of neighborhood relationship is really strange. Although people say that "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors", these people are always monitoring their behavior and chewing useless tongues. Many middle-aged and elderly women enjoy it in their lonely and boring old age. Making a butt of others is also a laughing stock of its own. It's a pity that the heroine didn't fight back against the woman, "her son is a foreigner when he goes abroad, so what kind of treatment will he be treated?" But the counterattack is probably useless. In the eyes of these arrogant Germans, their race is paramount.
From this, I admire the heroine's courage to resolutely marry an Arab. The alienation of family, the numbness of neighbors, and the hypocrisy of colleagues make her yearn for the truth. She curses those who bully their husband and wife as "jealous". agree with her. In those years, they were neither willing to take a step to embrace the world, nor dared to admit their incompetence, so they could only unite to bully the broad-minded. However, no one is perfect, and the heroine will also stop her husband from eating grits, which caused the first quarrel in the family, because she thought "Germans don't eat that kind of thing".
When her husband fell ill, she realized that living and working here as a foreigner is no less stressful than the stress of marrying a foreigner. However, how the pure hearts of two ordinary people can change the dirty torrent of the big environment, only holding each other's hands and embracing each other is the true meaning. Turn affection into long-term companions, others are cold, and we keep warm.
When the two people's world is shown in the film, they are mostly shown from outside the door from a side peeping perspective, so the space for the two to get along is more narrow and closed, giving people a feeling of being imprisoned. And this lens shows the invisible pressure and punishment that the whole society puts on the two of them. The important thing is that most people cannot live without others.
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