When the film came to an end, one name after another accompanied the whimper, falling to the ground with tears like beads, and the camera kept rising, as if finding an upward way of life from the endless minefield of woods and swamps, 2840 names were pieced together. The language is strung into a prayer, and 2,840 dead souls will be rescued.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that I seem to have long forgotten the real name of this young Jewish man who pretended to be a Persian Reza Joon. After all, in the concentration camp, it is best that no one knows his identity, and no one should call his real name again. The most important thing is actually the names of the 2,840 compatriots, which are his amulet and accidentally become his mission. He engraved these names together with their faces and their hope of life (AVIVA). in their own bones. His memory is the only proof that they ever existed in this world, he cannot die, he must live, not only for himself, but also for those 2840 compatriots.
With a ruler, the officer drew perfect straight lines, stroke by stroke, the officer's pen, the soldier's gun, and the names on the life and death book were erased in an instant like their master's life, without his effort. For him, the meaningless faux Persian words on the cards were beautiful, and the names of the parents of the living people on the register were a meaningless sequence of symbols. The name of the slaughtered Jew constructs in the heart of the executioner, who firmly believes that his hands have never been stained with blood, the knot of regret and conscience that he has never stated, "The wind sends the clouds to the east, where there is a desire for peace everywhere. Soul. I know, I will be happy, where the clouds drift."
He never thought that the "beautiful" language that he recites every day, the key to communication that should lead him to a new future, is actually wrapped in the grievances of 2,840 "unknown people". At the gateway to a new life, he confidently greets and narrates his lifelong dream of opening a restaurant, but he cannot fulfill the "happiness" he traded for the rest of his life with evil deeds. At the last moment, he was still roaring their names, but he didn't know that the words of rebirth turned out to be the incantations of retribution.
Having said that, my favorite element about this movie is actually the radj, the tree and the bread, as if the tree and the bread string together the story.
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