Hatidze, a beekeeper living in the barren land of North Macedonia, lives with her frail, semi-blind, bedridden mother. They only have land, running water and bees. Maybe people who rely on the land and nature to survive, naturally know the land, and the bees need to be taken care of in order to be rewarded by nature. Therefore, Hatidze adheres to the principle of "harvest half and keep half" when collecting honey, half of which is taken by himself, and half of which is reserved for hard-working bees. She takes care of the bees so wholeheartedly, building their hives and taking care of their health. Everything is simple, harmonious, and peaceful, as if this kind of life could last forever. Until one day, driving a trailer, driving herds of cattle, dragging neighbors with families, and parked on the land adjacent to her in confusion and impatience. They brought dozens or hundreds of herds, but they didn't know how to appease the irritability of cows who were taken away from the cowboys as soon as they were born, and they even threw their crawling babies into the rampaging cows and ignored them. The younger sister was playing with the older brother, fell down, got hurt, and the mother of this family didn't care about the younger sister, but scolded the older brother for corporal punishment to give the younger sister a false sense of "fairness". And Hatidze, who had nothing to do with the children of this family, took care of the neighbors' children, big and small. She shared food with them, shared the intermittent music on the radio, and sat with them under the big tree in front of the door, the music blared, singing and dancing. The children also laughed. Walking into Hatizde's house, she seems destitute, yet everything she has is clean and tidy, while the piles of items are clamoring for the poor neighbors all day long, and the clothes and sheets are stained with oil. In just a few pictures, the story begins. When I read it, I realized that the story can also be said to end at the beginning, and the rest of the story is just confirming through the details time and time again that their various ways of life and different ways of life will eventually lead them to their respective destiny. I don't know how the director brought their lives, their spiritual worlds, and even the fate they were heading toward so clearly in such a short period of time with such a simple scene. If this story is not told through film, but in text, no matter how long the text is, it will not be so clear and penetrating. This is a warm and poetic story, "The sun shines into the dilapidated hut, Hatidze feeds his mother bananas in exchange for honey: Can you imagine spring?". It's also a sad story. The land that was originally sparsely vegetated and had a clear water source was turned into scorched earth by the neighbors' arson, and the sound of running water in front of the door became a memory in the flames flying all over the sky.
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