Under the sun-drenched beauty, there are corpses and souls in the night and fog. I think I am immune, and after watching the fermentation, I stare into the mirror "eyes wide open when I die", instinctively convinced by the sharpness of the image, and indulged in the fear and powerlessness of human nature. "The blood has dried up, the mouthpiece is silent, and the camera is the only visitor there." It seems ironic, however, I am grateful for this, Bill Gates once said that he hopes that future children will never recognize those infectious diseases again, When concentration camps become famous, does it mean that "no borders, no cessation of fear" is disappearing? In just thirty minutes, it destroyed me and Bill Gates, even though we already knew it, "I'm not responsible" said the prisoner, "I'm not responsible" said the officer, "I'm not responsible" Whose responsibility is that? ? "As if an old monster fell forever under the rubble, these images become the past, we pretend to be hopeful again, as if the misery in the concentration camps is healed, we pretend that this will only happen once in a certain time and place, and we are all about our surroundings. Turn a blind eye to the things of the world, and turn a deaf ear to the never-ending cry of human nature.” History is the repetition of human nature.
"Building a concentration camp is no different than building a stadium or a hotel. Contractors, appraisals, bidding, and undoubtedly bribery."
"When their barracks were ready that day, they were the ones who disappeared."
"From the outside, the crematorium looks like a postcard of scenery, and tourists are taking pictures at their door today."
"Every word is pale in front of these cells."
"The only sign is the nail scratches on the ceiling, and even the concrete has been scratched and cracked."
Bones are used as fertilizer, corpses are used as soap, skin is used as drawing paper, and women's hair is all over the end. Is that a person? Is that human? Is it human beings who are discarded arbitrarily? Is it human beings who discard people arbitrarily?
"While I tell you everything, the icy water in the ponds and the ruins, fills the voids of the mass graves, the icy muddy water is as cloudy as our memories. The war is over, but always open your eyes Eye."
"Looking out from this strange watchtower with us, are we alerting our visitors to the new executioners? Are their faces really different from ours? The lucky chief prisoner among us is still alive, and those Reinstated Nazi officers and anonymous whistleblowers, some refuse to believe, or briefly believe, we look at the ruins with serious eyes, like an old monster forever falling under the gravel, these images become the past , we pretended to be hopeful again, as if the misery in the concentration camps had been healed, we pretended that it would only happen once again at a certain time and place, we were blind to the things around us, and deaf to the never-ending cry of humanity.”
Some people say that this film is just a direct narration; I want to say that poetry is a film, and the so-called direct narration is a verse. Poetry is purified from the sentence and edited, and the film and the poem are parallel, which is the greatest documentary.
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