where is the friend i seek at break of day?
when night falls, i still have not found him
i see his traces wherever flowers bloom.
i have finally found the movie i was looking for…
Each generation, in its ideal, breaks the vicious cycle and gives the next generation the chance to break the next one. Or, on the contrary, we become victims of these cycles, fail to find the key, grow callous, and instead of passing the baton…
“Everybody’s gonna forget it”
Is it then necessary to live according to conscience if such an injustice has been repeating for centuries? The woman, whose ancestors were pioneers on this land, was cynically driven to her death along with her entire family, and lived a short and tragic life of deceit and pain. The animal that did it died peacefully at the age of 87. There is no God, there is no justice. Then what is there to hold on to, what to believe in, what to live for?
