The dizzying grey floor tiles, calves and high heels, dead leaves and standing water, and the occasional crossing of the banks of the Seine seem to be intruding, this is all the protagonist can see as he walks on the road. Don't look up. The male protagonist fled from Israel and longed to be French, but it seems that he just arrived in France and everything is over. Except to be French, he can't say what he wants.
Apart from the man and woman who initially helped him (a writer and a woman in a symphony orchestra), he had only one angry Jewish friend to keep company with. This Jew kept provoking others in bars and subways, eager to communicate even if it was a fight, but he never got a response, only indifference like staring at a cloud of air. Later, the Jew died.
There was a dialogue that was so cruel that it made people want to cry. The French woman asked his boyfriend, did he (the male protagonist) know a third person besides the two of us in France in the past seven months? The hero answers Celine Dion. In order to learn French, the male protagonist recites the dictionary every day on the road, just as we all thought, it seems that if you master a foreign language, you can integrate into that country smoothly. But the truth is not so beautiful, even walking in the crowd is like an invisible barrier. People are indifferent to who you are and what you are going to do. This kind of indifference and indifference will not even happen to quarrels, so there is no way to vent, but you can only scream at yourself in despair.
Because there is no money, I went to take some avant-garde photos. The photographer wanted him to be angry, but he couldn't find the feeling of anger, so he blasphemed himself and said some obscene words. He also followed the photographer and said it one by one, as if he had no feelings doll. Until the photographer asked him to speak the same thing in his native language, he stopped, and then refused, the photographer insisted, he started to say, the simplest vocabulary, the shortest sentence, but it became more and more broken, and finally he could only Ask yourself over and over again, "What are you doing?"
Of course, there are quite a few episodes that I remember deeply, such as the male protagonist bursting out backstage at the concert, asking loudly, and then the band members began to play music one by two or three, and the music drowned out the questioning. It's not music to soothe anger, but another kind of indifference. The symphony is elegant, as the French see themselves; questioning loudly is rude, as the French see the male protagonist as an immigrant.
In the end, it ended in a knock on the door, a little abrupt, but it was wonderful to think about. I thought I had walked in, but I could never break the door. From beginning to end, the male protagonist has not been really accepted, and he has not really integrated into this dream country. Just like the slightly nondescript coat that barely fills the front, a vest is always wrapped around it, awkward and powerless.
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