从坂本龙一的纪录片看过来喜欢摩洛哥于是买了书看了电影Lost artists in lost country. 我也在沙漠中和Berbers待了两天穿越沙漠去菲斯时身无分文却分外轻松如同记忆深刻的某个童年下午那场旅行也一直难以忘怀Tourists are those who think of home as soon as they arrive. We are travelers.驼帮帮主有一双动人的北非眼睛让我想到Magreb国家的人夸人总说你有一对美丽的眼睛是啊他们还能看得到别的什么呢
前半程简直too good to be true, dream life 也不过如此了美景美人美好的感情后面为什么变成了狗血伦理大剧啊sabeth还死了… 虽然确实有宿命感在里面以及汉娜为了他的一句your而不是our而不结婚过了二十一年才跟他大吵一架这个情节实在是we women can totally relate!
Because we don't know when we will die, We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Things happen only a certain number of times, and a small number really. How many times will you remember an afternoon of your childhood and afternoon so deeply a part of you that you cann't be without it? Maybe four or five times, perhaps not even that