I want to be a Jew if I can choose in my next life.
Carrying a heavy past, being bound by scriptures and constraints, living carefully. As said in the play, make up for the missing six million people, stationed in this hard-won land, prosperous, peeping and passing on the secret of this low-key and wealthy, and the power of deep hidden great wisdom.
But they didn't think about their own feelings, whether it was piety or boredom. The so-called deviant is actually nothing more than a nineteen-year-old girl who buys air tickets, makes new friends, learns music, and spends summers in a lake. In the scene of escaping from Fort William at the beginning of the play, Esty hides his face in the car and dodges relatives and friends in Hasdic orthodox Jewish costumes, which actually intersects with those in Fort William, familiar and illusory. Full of surprises because everything is so unfamiliar. Probably this is what the talk show actor said, one of the few moments in life when you can feel your worldview has been subverted, the most happy moment.
Two years ago, I was in New York again in the spring. I made a temporary plan to book a large flight ticket. I was happy enough from the Florida theme park. After eating at the beach in Daytona, I could rank among the top three roadside stalls in my life. I don’t know what to think. The transfer to New York JFK.
The first time I used uber, the young brother was very good at chatting, and he shared his short trip to Toronto for the sake of stardom to shorten the distance. I clearly remember that at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, when the car was driving towards the bridge, I suddenly remembered something to ask my travel companions, we won't live in Brooklyn, right?
Yes, not only Brooklyn, but williamsburg. I vaguely had some impressions of this place name, and the scenery along the road was a little tired. I didn’t arrive so quickly, so I googled it, and when I turned to the largest Jewish gathering place in the world outside of Israel, the car crossed the bridge, and it was not bright to cross Brooklyn. Street, into Fort William.
Looking up, the red brick wall, some unfinished steel pillars, came a person from a distance, the shadow looked very tall under the street lamp, the suit was straight, and the gentleman was carrying a small cane. She's pretty good at dressing up, and she thinks it's New York. Drive through the second block, past two or three equally dressed passers-by. Is the company uniform? Continue to open, a dozen, more than 20, a group of a group, Wuyang Wuyang. The black robe was stretched very long under the dim yellow street light, and it was in a hurry, but a solemn atmosphere could be detected from a long distance. It's not like the end of a cocktail party. It was only a ten-minute drive, and it pulled us into another world inadvertently, and just like that, the first night began.
Airbnb is very close to the subway, less than two blocks, two or three minutes away, and there is an unorthodox Chinese restaurant on the corner of the block, just like anywhere else. In a row house like the old Sex and the City, pushing aside the railing and walking up a short flight of stairs is the door. I had a lot of fun playing the first two days. On the third day, I watched the exhibition in met. On the third floor, I wandered the Chinese garden and porcelain area. When I get up the next morning to buy women's products, the grocery stores in the neighborhood are not bright. Like all the Chinese supermarkets with stories in small North American cities, there are chili sauces that expired in 1969 and various hometown snacks that never have a production date. Both the clerk and the customer looked at the two inexplicably intruded Asians vigilantly. The Asians looked at all kinds of kosher daily necessities in amazement. After visiting the first store quickly, I didn't ask or find common sanitary napkins. The sun was just right, and he walked quickly past the tall black young men standing around the basketball court, trying to find another small shop. It was just after ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was very bright, and the sun appeared from time to time. The black figure was really good-looking, with wide shoulders and long legs. The weather in early spring, casual short sleeves and a design coat, New York is very Brooklyn. Turning the corner, the fashionable guys suddenly disappeared, passers-by changed their clothes, suits and black hats, sideburns and cheeks, beards, fringed hair hats, and straight three-piece suits. I couldn't help looking from head to toe, staring into their eyes to ask for directions. The passers-by bowed their heads and walked forward, looking directly at the ground in front of them, without the slightest intention to stop. Turning the corner again, at the door of the church, a large group of people came out. The father led a few little boys, and the mother pulled the little girl wearing a long skirt, and quickly left. Passing by, without eye contact, like a different dimension being mistakenly placed in the same time and space, I began to doubt whether I really existed.
Take a photo secretly and miss the good times when you can go out.
In Fort William's Jewish family, with an average of eight children, the dogmatic Haredy was not allowed to talk to non-Christians. If you don't experience it yourself, how can you believe that there is such a world in another part of Manhattan. Compared with the rich and oily Jewish businessmen in the impression, the bottom immigrant living here lives on relief. Internet access is not allowed, and they have their own unique education system. All shops were closed on Sabbath, and no one was really seen on the street. Another section of the Brooklyn Bridge, where Wall Street is booming, the impact is too strong, too real, too unreal. It's just that I don't know why, even the children look very serious, and the people in the whole area are expressionless, their emotions are indistinguishable, and they have a slightly melancholy temperament, it seems that it is difficult to be happy. I don't know how the business activities will go on if the Li Dans really come here. Although it is extremely difficult to explain the definition of Hakka blood to outsiders, folk songs still sound pleasant.
But it doesn't feel inconsistent. New York is New York, not because of its blooming flowers. Walking across the bridge, you can see the Statue of Liberty not far away, and the four words of equality and freedom are more enjoyable. When I was a child, I drank morning tea in Flushing, and the aunt who pushed the cart was a third-generation immigrant who did not speak English and was at ease. There is no right or wrong, only the difference, which is the most empathy for these years.
(Maybe the more I write, the more it has nothing to do with the plot. If I think about it and write it again, it won't take much time to watch the mini-series after four seasons. In my eyes, New York is more exciting than the drama. I don't know if people who click "useless" want to watch it. what, to be continued)
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