After watching this beautiful film and coming across a little note from the amazing storyteller Charlotte Wells:
(I cannot share URL apparently so please search "A note from Charlotte Wells from the site of A24.")
This was the word that broke me down. Hasret.
I just couldn't resist my tears. As a Turkish person, its just both amazing and heartbreaking from the point of view of the director that this word resonates with her feelings from a place she had this holiday with her late father. That it stuck with her...
Even though it is not the same case at all, I remember the times as a kid I closed the door on my dad because he would come home late from work. That because he would promise me to come home early.
Now, today I can't even imagine how saddening it was for him at those times and it wasn't even at his hands.
Hopefully I will be able to share my love and gratitude my parents as Charlotte did here with such elegance through some way. Since, it's not easy to recapture feeling this instant or in any...
Thank you for this film all in all, it surely made me reconsider a lot recently...
