I finally watched The Pianist. While my heart aches, I can't help but imagine myself in that situation. If I lived in that era, how would I hide? How would I survive? How would I deal with my sense of identity?
In my mind, I've simulated almost 800 escape plans for the protagonist, but I realize that even if I could hide, some syllables would still “show" me. Language is what I've spoken since birth, and every accent, every dialect word is a part of my past, a part of my identity.
I could hide, but why should I have to hide?
终于还是看完钢琴家这个电影了,我心痛的同时也不免在代入。如果我生活在哪个时代,我会怎么躲藏?我会怎么生存?我如何应对我的自我身份认同感?
我在脑中为男主模拟了快800个逃生计划,可我在想或许我确实可以隐藏,不过总有一些音节会把我暴露。 也许我从出生就说的语言,我的每一个口音,每一个方言词汇都是我的过去我的身份的一部分。
我确实可以藏,但我为什么要藏?
