A Film That Felt Like Remembering Something I Never Lived

Etsuko. England, 1980s. Long shadows in her old house. She’s talking to her daughter. She says very little. But somehow, I feel like I know exactly what she’s not saying. Then we’re in post-war Nagasaki—dust in the air, streets still standing but barely. There’s another mother. Another daughter. The film doesn’t explain. It floats. Two timelines blur like tea in hot water. And just when I thought I was following a memory, I realized I was following a wound. #entertainment #movie #FarawayEchoes