When he kept seeing The Kite Runner being displayed prominently on the bookshelf in Kinokuniya for the last 10 visits or so, he knew he had to read the book. Before he could do it, however, they chanced upon the film at The Cathay last Saturday. As she vetoed his suggestion to watch Rambo, and he was obviously not interested in 27 Dresses, the final decision was reached easily.
He had high expectations, and he wasn’t disappointed. He left the cinema with a thousand thoughts. Of love, of parents, of friends, of war. Of redemption, of traditions, of nation, of ambitions.
The similar feeling when he woke up from nightmare occasionally, only more intense.
There is a way to be good again.
For you a thousand times over.
Silently, he whispers these words to his homeland.