Let us learn to forget, forgetting is the best memorial

Lenny 2022-03-24 09:03:51

The childhood world of Vanness, who has half Greek blood, is full of various flavors of spices. The spice shop run by grandfather is a treasure trove of flavors. Introverted cumin, passionate cinnamon, and different spices are like different dreams, constantly growing. of surprise and joy.

Childhood is like the old sunshine in the attic, the warm golden yellow seems to never grow. But in reality, a war between Turkey and Greece tore the ethnic group cut off everything the boy fantasies about. Vannis, who grew up in Istanbul, was forced to move his family to Athens, the hometown of nationality, and forcibly parted with his grandfather and beloved Sammi, just because they belonged to different races in the political stamp.

Leaving the little beauty with sorrel curly hair, leaving the memory of the white lighthouse, blue sea, red parasol and yellow suitcase, facing the strange Athens, the Vanness family did not feel like returning to their hometown. The vision makes the family feel more confused, absurd and playful with sadness.

Growing up, Vanness chose to hide in the kitchen, practice his grandfather's spice philosophy, and use the taste of food to remember the shackles of the Zheng family. As time went by, his expectations for grandpa's visit and his longing for Sammy gradually became dusty. The bottom of Vanessa's mind.
Years later, Vannes became a well-known astrophysicist. On the eve of his departure, a phone call brought back his thoughts of his "hometown" Istanbul.

Vanessa knows that don't look back when parting, because memories are memories, memories are not used to relive, memories are only used to commemorate, when he faced parting again, he chose not to look back, he chose forever parting .

First love is not used to revive old love, first love is just like childhood, just to miss. In the end, Vanness returned to his childhood attic, looking for the spice of memory in every corner, the memory of childhood, the memory of the country, and the memory of love.

As my grandfather said: peppers are as hot as the sun. Salt has life like the earth, Venus is a woman and therefore cinnamon, and Mercury is full of heat. In the end, Van Ness smiles in the pepper-colored universe, because he knows that life cannot be without spice, just as it cannot be without the sun; life and food, like food, must be perfected with spiciness.

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