The middle-aged man sat alone on the bench of the subway station, beating the African drum, and the subway behind him galloped past, leaving a vague glimpse, a sense of loneliness and alienation. The purpose is "the visitor", so who is the visitor? Whose Visitor is it?
At the beginning of the film, the life of university professor Walter is revealed: absent-mindedly taking piano lessons, refusing piano teachers; teaching business courses, refusing students' late assignments; co-authoring books, refusing to attend academic conferences in New York ; A person eats in the cafeteria, taciturn, calm and unremarkable, refusing to speak a thousand miles. Loneliness and numbness pervade the beginning of the film.
In the end, he agreed to go to New York to attend the meeting. Although Walter was accustomed to refusing, after others rejected his reasons for refusal one by one, he no longer insisted and reluctantly agreed. Because nothing seemed to matter to him. There's no denying that Walter's life looks enviable with work and glory, but it's actually pretty bad. He himself said that he has been pretending to live, pretending to be good. It was this indifferent decision that changed his life.
When he came to New York and returned to the apartment he had bought for many years, he found an additional young couple, one was Tarek from Syria, who played African drums for a living, and the other was a black girl from Sierra Leone. They were tricked by friends into renting Walter's house without Walter's knowledge. After Walter stated that he was the master, they left without anger but humility and understanding. Walter drank red wine, and they left with heavy luggage. It turned out that they were the visitors, who suddenly broke into Walter's apartment without warning. Walter looked at them standing in the street from the window, wondering where to go tonight, and saw the pictures of them on the cabinet. A moment of thought made him chase out, return the photo to them, and let them stay temporarily. The visitor begins to break into Walter's life.
The warmth, kindness, and harmony of Tarek and his girlfriend sparked ripples in Walter's life that gradually changed his life. He'd like to have dinner with Tarek and them, go to the bar to watch Tarek play, learn the tambourine, and play in the park with other tambourines. Walter's life gradually improved, and it was the long-lost ease and joy that began to melt him. He also has plans to let Tarek live for a long time, and his good life has just begun.
But a small accident, Tarek was caught into the immigration office. Tarek's mother Mouna also came to New York and Walter to try to save Tarek. Walter's helpfulness and attentiveness and Mouna's virtuousness and strength have created a subtle chemical bond between them. Tarek was eventually deported, and Mouna was heading back to Syria to find him. At the airport, Tarek told Mouna that as long as he left, he would never come back to the United States. For her son Tarek, Mouna had no choice. .
After such a life visit, Tarek was still alone in the end. It's just that his life has changed, and he has lost the life he's been pretending. He carried the African drum on his back and came to the subway station where Tarek wanted to perform the most. Sitting on a bench alone, he beat the African drum vigorously and angrily. The passengers beside him looked sideways, and the subway behind him whizzed past, drowning the drum. the sound of.
After watching the movie, although I feel regretful, I hope that Tarek and Mouna will stay, and that Mouna and Walter will be together. But not surprised at all, Visitor is destined to separate, since it is a visitor, it will leave.
Tarek, his girlfriend, and Mouna were all visitors to Walter's life, they broke into Walter's life, changed his life, and left him with fond memories. Walter is also a life visitor to Tarek, Mouna, and Walter may not be the only one helping them on their special day in America, but the experience is unique.
Looking back on my current life, I can't count how many people have visited my life, and I can't count how many people's lives I have passed.
When I was in middle school, I stubbornly thought my world was an island and I would be stuck here forever. Visitors come and go on my island, walk into my life, and accompany me through those green years. Then I left, leaving only memories and me who grew up.
The unknown girl, the handsome guy who swept the whole school, those warm smiling faces, those little days that I miss, and more people whose names I can no longer name, are all buried in my memory.
Entering the university, more people walk into my island world. To my delight, I also started to get out of the island and visit other people's worlds. I met a lot of people during this process, and it slowly changed me. The email when I was a sophomore in my sophomore year contacted a Turkish boy, a handsome German boy, and told me to get rid of the same house life. Although I don't know where they are now, I still sincerely thank them both. The sophomore summer vacation in Thailand, the super magical Hong Kong and Macau tour derived from the Thailand tour, and the unexpected Vietnam trip derived from this. A series of trips allowed me to meet many, many people. Some are still in touch now, some are lost, and only their memories remain in my mind. They came into my life without warning, stayed for a while, then left. They are my treasures, and those short days with them are some of my fondest memories.
That's it, life is a journey, and many people will visit, and I will visit many people. Don't be too sad, don't be too attached, because I'm not necessarily, if it wasn't for me, others would be there too.
Randy, whom I met while traveling in Vietnam, is a super cute German-Vietnamese boy. I said that the most beautiful thing about travel is the encounter between people, and they leave good memories with each other, because they will never see each other again in the future. He said, why won't we see you again? Since it's good, why not keep in touch? See you again if you want. At the end of the day trip, at his request, all five of us left contact information for each other. But I never thought I'd write him an email, so it was a warm surprise when I checked my mailbox as usual and found a greeting email from Randy. So, we just kept in touch with emails unhurriedly, feeling like we were old friends, feeling that we would definitely see each other again.
So, meeting Randy, this 17-year-old sunny boy, made me think not to be too pessimistic, as long as you want, the connection between people can not be interrupted. He's my visitor, a visitor that I think will stay in my life for a long time.
Life will have many visitors, receive them, visit them.
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