Montreal, A city I suppose to stay for just couple days and it turned out to be an unforgettable memory in 2016. These days gave me so much emotion and drama; it felt like having a vigorous relationship.
Some says travel alone makes one grow up fast. I thought I had already earned these experiences for the first 5 days, but it actually just a very tiny part of an enormous iceberg. Because of some irresistible facts, I need to live in this strange country for 2 months all of a sudden; everywhere just red lights and alarmed, all the problems just punched me right on the face! How many hours I wanted to escape from this bloody place; but how many moments this city poured me into the bosom quietly, providing me a brand new experience through the dark.
No matter the people I’d met in ALEXANDRIE or these new friend in OIAF, they were all inspire me, other then inspiration, it’s more like a piece of mirror. I’m full of appreciation and loved, especially these people who helped me when I had a serious hard time; these people who talked and treated me as a friend; these are my redemption when I felt submerge by loneliness. They also remind me of a saying “It’s more obvious to reflect kindness of human while in adverse circumstances” They bought me a birthday cake and sang for me; A stranger I met on street who toured me around and treat me a really nice dinner; when I had a conflict with another director who didn’t speak English in the festival, a graceful old lady who debated for me in French without hesitation. Fortunately, these cherish moments balance all of my anxiety and stress.
One last thing worth to mention, while the last couple days of staying in Canada. I was staying in a ancient jail where already built and functioned before Canada became a country, the cell could only allow to put one single bed, at night, I closed the gate of my ward, locked up, turned off the light, lying on the bed, gazed at the unlimited extension of infinity darkness, a voice sang into my ears gently: ──Nothing Gonna Hurt You Baby…. Slowly transformed into blurry whispers, echoed in my dream peacefully.
Merci Beaucoup Canada!
值得一提的是，在渥太華住進了一座加拿大建國前已存在的古老監獄，房間是不到一坪只能容納一張單人床的牢房，我把房的鐵閘關上，上鎖，關燈，平躺著，注視著黑暗中無邊際的無限延伸，一把聲音在我耳邊輕柔地吟唱 ───Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby…. 然後變成模糊的回音，安詳地迴盪在我的夢裡。
Merci Beaucoup Canada!