After a morning on a particular historical steam train and a good dinner with friends we went to the cinema.
I returned recently and the feeling that the movie left me really strana...
Abbiamo visto Hereafter, un film che parla di sensitivi, delle percezioni che non si riescono a spiegare e su cui c'è molto scetticismo. Un film molto triste per certi versi, senza dubbio commovente e che, per molti aspetti, non ho amato o che, forse, ha toccato corde che non mi aspettavo e che non mi andava di far vibrare oggi e in quella situazione.
Su tutto, però, seppur marginale ai fini della trama, c'è l'aspetto che ha colpito me: a un certo punto del film una delle protagoniste, abbandonato il suo lavoro di giornalista tv, decide di scrivere un libro sull'esperienza di pre-morte che ha vissuto e c'è un velocissimo juncture of the film in which she is seen talking to a scientist that the delivery of some research papers.
It 'been a while.
One moment, though, which is enough to fly me and my mind overwhelmed by emotion that I felt inside even when I was doing research for my thesis and then to an essay in a collection and then to the doctor and then at work I have undertaken, and so on ...
That strong push to try to discover, to know and put together pieces of life (whatever life you're talking about a book, a cell, an author, an experience ...), quell'adrenalina that made me skip meals and I was out late at night or wake up to pin a thought or a particular test, one for which I did not care to pay me or give me a raise, but I had only realized the satisfaction of seeing idea, to see her work ... here, that's the feeling that I always wanted to keep trying.
research and extension in the books is perhaps what I always wanted to make and that gradually over time I let it go between his fingers for many reasons.
Perhaps one should never give up the dreams.
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