One day, the teacher of the culture and art class suddenly mentioned a movie called También la lluvia, which is translated as Even the Rain in English. The translations of Chinese from Taiwan and the mainland are different. I used the mainland's translation in the title, but in fact there are several existing translations that I don't really like.
I am tired of the movie review mode of explaining all the plots from the beginning. I don't want to tell everyone what the movie is about at the beginning of an article, but if I don't say a few words, my anger and sadness can't be unfolded. Hold on, it's really uncomfortable.
While writing these words, I began to ask myself, whether I like Latin America and know the stories of ancient tribes because of curiosity, or because it really attracts me.
I also hope that when you look down again, ask yourself, the reason why you want to read it is because you are curious, or are you really attracted.
The title of this article is too big, because the question it asks is too grand, in my opinion, many people can't do it. The reason why I used it is because it is a sentence in the movie and also in the historical data. It appeared several times in the movie without losing time, and every time it slapped the watcher in the face.
Aren't you supposed to love them as you love yourselves?
How do you love them as you love yourself?
As far as I know, Bolivia, before I set foot in South America, only knew that there was a "mirror of the sky", the capital with the highest altitude in the world. When I lived in South America, I still had no chance to set foot in this country. The travel notes and documentaries I have seen all say how dangerous this country is and how it cannot be taken lightly in La Paz. Even Colombians joked with me that the city center of Bogota is a mixed bag, and tourists must not relax their vigilance. Then Bolivia is like a Bogota's city center, I missed a trip to Bolivia, failed to prove this statement. I asked myself, if one day, when I set foot on Bolivian soil, would I love them as much as I love myself?
The suffering of Latin America does not seem to be a movie that can describe it all.
An ambitious film director arrives in Bolivia with a crew, suite red wine, steak champagne. The ordinary people outside the window, the residents who have lived for decades, the current situation is: the government's sudden increase in water prices has overwhelmed the people, they pooled money to buy a well, and tried to solve their difficulties through unofficial means, but the result? ?
Unofficial way, finally ended in official way.
The government robs them of all their rainwater, and there is no way to get it except to pay the government. The voice of Jesus in the desert may have roared, but have these people ever thought that this place was not a desert at all before, and Jesus had never been here, and the faith that succumbed to violence survived in this land, but has anyone thought about it? What has the new faith brought to the land?
Did the gods love the people of the New World as much as they loved them?
The filming process is ups and downs, and two unrelated story lines are intertwined. One side is the indigenous people who were chosen as actors, and the other side is the modern people with the high technology of the new world. In the film, they are oppressed and resisted respectively. A group of contradictory people who tried to speak out for the New World.
The rain crisis was imminent, the city was suddenly paralyzed, and the residents began to resist, but in the new era, the role of oppression, the role of brutal looting, and the person who brought suffering are the people in the city government who hold banquets and hold wine glasses while laughing at the outsiders. Ragged and even scolded the people for ignorance and poverty.
After the people sacrificed their blood in exchange for independence, they had to experience the oppression of their compatriots.
Has Christ really roared in this desert? Or the roar of the gods died before the lashes and denunciations of humans.
Movies and reality alternate, modern people living in the present cannot understand the sacrifices made by their ancestors, women dressed as indigenous people refuse to put their children in the water, even though they are just filming, modern people cannot imagine the suffering and scars of independence, the experience of indigenous people What happened, what Hatui led the people to fight, is only recorded in historical materials. The blood was washed away by the river, and the body was buried in the soil. The river water flows into the sea, evaporates, turns into rainwater and falls, long since its original shadow, the body is buried in the soil, and the passage of time changes into bones and dust, and is blown by the wind to nowhere. Can there be the roar of the people in the wind, and the sobbing of the people in the rain?
The revolt of the people intensified, and the city was paralyzed. Roadblocks, armies, explosions, deaths... Two centuries ago, Bolivia was also full of these. Today, more than 200 years later, it seems that there is no improvement. History is always repeating itself somewhere. He is like a relentless storm, fearless and unscrupulous.
At this time, the film team scattered and fled under the war. The original ambition, the people who shouted to love for the gods, had to flee to the motherland where the gods seem to still care. Will they be ashamed?
Just how can I take my anger out on them? Well aware of the question raised in the title, my answer is likely to be no. How do you take anger at a group of people who did something you might as well do?
In the face of war, no one can do anything.
But if God really still loves her people, please stop throwing war, chaos, hunger, poverty, and disease on this land.
Please love them a little more as you would love the people on another continent.
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