Random thoughts dividing lines that have nothing to do with the content of the film
- - - - - - - - "It's as if my whole life, all my experiences, were just prepared for writing material" Except for the short scene where Georg guards Weidel fleeing by train, the whole film doesn't show any sense of the times . Even in the section on the train, apart from the nervousness when it was searched, it felt like it was a time of war. All that was left was the screeching sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails, and the icy scenery outside the small window. The train whizzed past, not stopping for a moment for anyone, leaving only the pace of history rushing forward. Without the diffuse smoke and roaring machines, the whole of Marseille seemed very calm. The empty streets and brightly colored buildings seem to have nothing to do with the war, except for the occasional short and sharp siren, as if this is a forgotten corner. Is it really that peaceful? The boss with an inscrutable smile in the hotel, the "homeless" with erratic eyes in the corridor, the anxiously waiting crowd in the consulate, and the carefree navy boys in the bar who seem to be unaffected, huddled in a small house The gypsies here, are they really at ease? "I know that everyone is ashamed and ashamed that they dare not stand up and speak out at this moment, but we can only lower our heads deeper." For my faith, for my love, and for my responsibility, the image of "people" is so tall at this time. "I have a visa for a dozen countries" "They left me with a visa to the US" "I want to go to Mexico and live in a big house with a garden" "I boarded a ferry to the US last week, But if she can't go, I'll stay." People who lose their country don't just lose their country. In the present moment, the whereabouts of the refugee tide is also applicable. "People say that those who are abandoned will never be forgotten, and those who are abandoned will be forgotten sooner if they have no one to accompany them." The narration without emotion, the whirlpool of powerless struggle, as if fate can only arrange this way, here it is In the end, like a circle, back to the beginning, you are the one who seeks again. Listening to the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground, and the wind chimes ringing behind the door, you turn your head and call "Marie"
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