movie "Why Home", because the boy is too young, he can't stop the man he called his father from riding a motorcycle with his sister Sarajan; he can't stop what I call a mother. Woman, while she said some pitiful things, it was nothing more than that these were for Sara's good, and she cursed and said that the boy was an ungrateful little bastard.
After his parents sent his sister away, the boy's mood has reached a critical point, and he can no longer stand everything in this family. He didn't want to stay here for a second. He told himself he had to leave, he had to leave. Every second in this home makes him unable to breathe, and he always feels an overwhelming sense of suffocation oppressing me.
So he took the luggage he had prepared and got in a distant car and left. In fact, the boy has grown up to this age and has no belongings of his own. It is said that it is luggage. It is just a few pieces of torn clothes in a big blue plastic bag. After all, he still needs clothes to get through the cold winter. . At this time, he didn't think about where the car was heading. It didn't matter, as long as he could take him away from home, it was enough to leave home far away.
Then the boy sat in the car, he saw the scenery outside through the glass, and fell quickly behind him. He felt very comfortable, and he allowed himself to empty his head and not think about anything during this ride. It was as if he was really a kid who was going to travel far away with his luggage. Until he saw the playground outside, he saw the actual playground for the first time. The bunch of colorful instruments completely attracted him.
forgive this kid for not seeing the world, never seen anything. Never watched TV, never listened to the radio, and never left the city. He thought this was the first time I left his slum home. Who thought that luck was so good, he actually saw the playground. He hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car and couldn't wait to walk to the playground with his blue plastic bag. He spent three or four days to experience all the projects here, of course, only at night, because tickets are not required when the night is quiet. But when he sat alone on the Ferris wheel, I felt very lonely, a sense of loneliness that no one cares about.
No one in this world cares about him, and no one cares. Where is he going to do what, whether he has eaten enough, is he wearing warm clothes, is there a place to spend the night, is he sick, and is he encountering bad people. No one cares about these, he seems to be a ghost wandering outside the world. Sometimes he suspects that he is a real person because he is no different from a ghost. Three or four days later, he began to worry. The instant noodles he brought out when he ran away have been eaten. He still remembers the last bite of noodles in my palms, the salty and salty noodles with flavors, and the instant noodles that were delicious but not enough.
If he died of hunger in the end, maybe instant noodles are really the best food he has ever eaten in his life. He dexterously went to the amusement park to promote himself one by one. He was very capable. He could carry gas tanks, carry things, and even carry water. Of course, the tasks of cleaning the table and sweeping the floor were even more important. The most important thing is that he needs very little wages, and he has a place to sleep and food. But in the end he was not hired. How could this world have good intentions for no reason? So he bravely turned and ran away, leaving the crowd. Turning around with exhaustion, selling himself in vain.
