poet angelopoulos

This time, Angelopoulos chose to walk around the national border, looking at this virtual and reality in a dynamic way. It looks very narrow but spans between two different ethnic groups, which is especially difficult to cross. The boundaries formed over tens of thousands of years separate cultures, languages, blood, politics, and ideas. Although there are countless people in this world who have the greatest feelings, they can only surpass one lifetime. No matter how many desires, no matter how strong the desires are, how can they be compared with this national border that has existed for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years? It's as strange, ridiculous, absurd and terrifying as the protagonist compared to the giant Lenin statue. All he can do is like an ant, looking back and forth along this line, looking vertically and horizontally, with a worldly body, the more painful it is.
The people on this peninsula, in addition to the glorious history of the sun thousands of years ago, became a painful concentration camp in the following time. The pull of the foreign powers and the conflict between the complicated and complicated nations made the fate of these people precarious. They call themselves the Balkans, but they disdain to come together. The scattered pride left by the ancient Greek city-states is still in their bones, and the fusion with mutual compromise seems extremely shameful to them. Those on the fringes of the nation endure great suffering. They blamed Hegel, blamed Marx, and hoped that since the fate has been decided, it would be better to let the death come early, and to chat and laugh with nature. People on this peninsula have enjoyed the same culture for thousands of years, but they don't want to admit it.
Danube, the link of European civilization. A helpless nation can only go up the river, and it can only go up against all odds, for the sake of the nation's way out, the way out of the times, and the painful way out. Those who are willing to risk their way back to find what people thought was lost are worthy of respect, they are the only ones left with the heroic spirit of ancient Greece, like Ulysses, tragically looking for the way back .
In the last fog, the invisible killing, this may be the most terrifying enemy. The so-called borders bring people pain, no more than killing people.

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