This film reminds me of a memory. Among the toys my father brought back from Bulgaria was a rubber goose. At that time, all rubber toys were very thin and had to be inflated before they could be used. My cousin and I took it out to play with it. I tried climbing on its back, and its stomach was immediately punctured. Even though it was only a small tear, those were years when life in Vietnam was very difficult, so even simple glue was not available. My grandfather and father tried but could not mend the tear. My father had to keep the goose in the closet for more than twenty years, because after all, it was a memory of my grandfather and the time my father used to live in Bulgaria. However, the tear has followed me throughout my life.