These are both films about death in the cold, in the thin air, for little reason except pride or wealth or foolishness.
Somehow we managed to escape them and we headed for the highest mountains we could see. No more police behind us, but it was clear why. There was no food, we were entering uninhabitable mountain reaches. We had to sleep in the snow.
I understand why some of my fellow citizens want to celebrate this document. But when I weigh that against why some other fellow citizens of mine find no reason for cheer, I find betrayal in the celebrations.
Within these tumultuous flames, I see many travelers, separated by immense distances and unimaginable timescales.
You – my bastard child, you have learnt to speak, after years