And the world is familiar to you. You have what you have, forgetting about everything else. When tired, when there is nothing new in anything and no one. Suddenly you see someone's youthful impulse with a heroic jerk. Longing will attack, right up to tears, from which - I don't know? But there is something that you cannot help but mourn, recalling your wide impulses from which are farther and comparing what is happening with your life.
The Fourth Phase is an insanely beautiful film. I admit honestly that it's difficult to even call it documentary, because the whole film is a cut of beautiful frames for good indie music. If interested, this kind of stuff can be found in tons by the hashtag #gopro or a similar request. But the guys are great. It captivates with what zeal they rush to the ends of the world to test themselves. How easy it is to break away only with backpacks behind you. On such films, the eyes rest and the heart rejoices. Yes, on the way they met a Russian bureaucratic machine in the person of brave border guards. It's a shame, not the right word. But the guys live further, cut the snow somewhere in Alaska to spite officials and the envy of a tired layman.
Long live the dreamers!