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. In "Evil in the East and the Poison in the West", the lonely person complained coldly, saying that people's biggest trouble is that their memory is too good, many of the past are reluctant or unable to forget, and become a burden to the mind. Forgetting or remembering, for many people, is the same as dead or alive, especially the weak, depressed, sentimental people, memory can make them fly to the fairyland, or it can make them fall into the ice valley , I remembered all the things I didn’t want to remember, and no matter how hard I tried to think about the things I wanted to remember, there was still no whereabouts. Memories, a mirror that you can carry with you can only look at yourself, I know what kind of person I am, and you probably know what kind of person you are. Well, the movie has started, come and watch, because it is a story, because it is fake, and it has nothing to do with you and me, it is their movie, their story, just watch it, don't worry.
Hiroshima, they sat in cafes, strolled through Peace Plaza, and tangled in hotels. He stood behind the palm trees on the lawn and watched her play the angel in white under the camera. She heard him say, "My daughter-in-law is out and will be back in two days, and her eyes rolled." Hiroshima where the poisonous mushroom cloud has opened, Hiroshima where the vegetation has just turned green, and Hiroshima where the elderly and children are smiling. This French woman hesitated on the banks of the river of memory in front of the Japanese man who made her fall in love with just one encounter. Huge plane motors roared, waiting on the runway for her to quickly enter the dark cabin and leave the land. In front of this beautiful man, she became melancholy, and again she talked about the distant Neville, the French town where her eighteen-year-old youth was buried, and the German men there.
Neville, not there, not here, in the "elsewhere" in memory, the dark cellar is full of moss and fungi, she used her bare head without hair, slammed against the cold wall, and the scalp was scratched, Leaving a trail of bloodstains; Neville, eighteen-year-old she and German soldiers climbed over fences and walls, secretly dating by the riverside and in the forest, they were as close as birds in the singing of birds, and their bodies and emotions were lingering and harmonious. indulge. They don't care about war, they don't see each other as enemies, they murmur and just enjoy. Is there anything more important than emotional and physical enjoyment? Neville, only they know what happened and remembered.
It was Hiroshima time now, the weather was very warm, this man listened quietly, being provoked by the ambiguous Hiroshima weather after the pain and the people in front of her, she thought of France, of Neville, of eighteen years old and German soldiers, speaking fast He was getting more and more excited, and even a little hysterical, gesticulating, and the coffee cup was almost splashed. Her movements were about to get out of control, her memories were about to fire. He slapped him, then hugged him distressedly, and stroked her. In an instant, she seemed to be controlled by the invisible brake, and smiled at him ashamed. The sky was dark, and the glistening water outside swayed on the window glass. The wings of the gigantic plane are on the runway, and the countdown is ticking, every second, every second.
The night of Hiroshima with blurred lights, the sea breeze is intoxicating, they have been tired and rushing for more than 30 years, and their bodies are used to the days without pain and itching. Fake, each has their own life, their own wives, husbands, now, now, at this moment, hug is the most real. His smooth black hair and the blond curls she had grown after she left Nivel waved in tandem. In the cellar by the small river in Nivel, she never thought that she would come to the east wearing clothes like doves of peace, enter the camera with the pigeons, come to Hiroshima by the Pacific Ocean, and meet this man. The wings of the gigantic plane rang again on the runway, and the countdown was ticking, every second, every second.
What did you see in Hiroshima? You see nothing, the museum is always full of pictures of women without hair, children without limbs, ruins without plants, scorched steel twisted like snakes across the street. Yeah, documentaries are always so serious. However, in Hiroshima, you heard everything, saw everything, in the clouds intertwined with warm and cold currents, close your eyes, you can smell the smell of first love, the smell of Neville, but, when you turn around, a huge plane And the wing has landed safely.
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