Always impressed by the ending of the movie, the whole picture is shrouded in a hazy halo. The protagonist stands alone in a corner of the crowded square. He is going home. He looks forward to the home he longs for and his beloved mother. The golden and warm sunlight sprinkled quietly on this land, surrounding him. Euphemistic and beautiful music flows gently on the screen, and the hero’s voice-over sounded quietly: Even now, even here I recognized it—my favorite hour in the camp. And I was filled with a sharp, painful and helpless feeling. I felt homesick. Yes, in a certain sense life there was cleaner and simpler. Those who saved me came back to me. For the first time I thought of them with mild resentment, a kind of affectionate grudge. But let's not exaggerate. I accept every argument for the price of being able to live. I looked around in that gentle, dusky square, at that storm-tossed street which nonetheless held so much promise, I felt the readiness gather within me. I would continue this uncontinuable life of mine. I remembered my mother had plans for me to become an engineer, or a doctor. And that'

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