The train slowly drove along with the memory, and she returned to her hometown where she had fled because of the war, trying to pick up her grandmother who stayed in her hometown, but this time, she couldn't find a train to leave. When exile, war, hunger and death force all people to retreat to the desperate situation of survival, when everything in their hometown is left with shabby shingles, what else can be left for homesickness and homesickness? With a condensed image full of emotion, the director transformed the war tragedy that took place in the Caucasus in the 1990s into a personal perceptual reflection on the nation, and the poetic pictures were stacked one after another, as if we were wandering along with the characters in the play. wandering in the fog of history and the times, walking into the scenery of Tarkovsky.
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