That's an interesting interpretation of the movie, but from a Buddhist perspective, the idea that "we pay for what others have done" isn't entirely accurate. Karma is strictly individual—you are the heir to your own actions.

What the movie portrays seems to be more about "Collective Karma" (the shared environment) rather than transferring individual debt. The girl suffered because of the chaotic conditions created by the war, but the soldier's specific karmic debt remains his own.

There is a good breakdown of this distinction I found recently that explains how karma actually works without mixing up individual and shared responsibility: Karma: Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People?

I have continued but am limited by my back. Today I will try to buy the telescopic thingy and enough accesories so that I am ready should anyone want to join.
It continues to be a most relaxing but also illuminating activity. It's like my mind relaxes since it's a very simple activity but then I actually notice more than usual what my mind is doing without trying to interfere too much, as @how suggested. Meditation, basically, but more effective than formal sitting for me at this time. I benefit from the monkey having something to do while I observe or just focus on the activity.
The unexpected or unpredicted happened! Of course everyone went to the large open public space to fire New Year fireworks!
I attach a photo of today's 1 hour effort. As you can see, I found a supermarket trolley which greatly improved my efficiency. I had no trash bags today so left the trolley by the big dumpsters.
The main noticing today was on the power of perspective/refraiming. It rained so everything was wet and I only had running shoes. 1) 'Oh no, everything is wet, how miserable, and my shoes will get wet!' 2) 'Actually, what a blessing, at least none of the unexploded fireworks will explode in my hand + things are pretty much clean!'.

A story about coming together and sharing beautiful things…

“Nanak travelled all over India and outside India – the only great Indian mystic who ever went outside India. And he had only one disciple with him in all these travels. He went to Sri Lanka, he went to Mecca and Medina in Saudi Arabia, far and wide – and he was walking. All that he used to do was just to sit under a tree and his disciple, Mardana, used to play on a certain musical instrument. He would play music and Nanak would sing a song. And there was such beauty in his song, and in the music of Mardana, that even people who did not understand their language would come there and sit close to them.

After the music was finished, Nanak would sit silently. And the people who had become enchanted with the music, without understanding – because it was not their language…a few would leave, but a few would sit because now his silence had also become a tremendous magnetic force.

He was an uneducated man and he used only a villager’s language – Punjabi. But he managed to create an impact on almost half of Asia. Without any language, he managed to make disciples. I am reminded of a small but tremendously valuable incident…

Near Lahore there was a campus of Sufi mystics, very famous in those days – five hundred years ago. People used to come from far and wide to Lahore for that mystic gathering. Nanak also reached there, and he was just taking a bath outside the campus when the chief Sufi heard that he was there. Neither he understood Nanak’s language, nor Nanak understood his language; but some way had to be found. He sent one of his disciples with a beautiful cup full of milk, so full that even one more drop of milk could not be contained in it. And he sent that cup of milk to Nanak.

Mardana could not understand: ”What is the matter? What are we supposed to do? Is it a gift, is it a welcome?” Nanak laughed and he looked around, found a wildflower, and floated it in the milk. The wildflower was so light that it did not disturb the milk, and nothing came out of the cup. And he gave the signal to the man to take it back.

The man said, ”This is strange. I could not understand why this milk has been sent, and now it has become even more mysterious: that strange fellow has put a wildflower in it.” He asked the chief Sufi, his master, ”Don’t keep me in ignorance. Please tell me what the secret of all this is. What is going on?”

The chief mystic said, ”I had sent that cup full of milk to tell Nanak, “Go on to somewhere else; this place is so full of mystics, there is no need of any more mysticism. It is too full, just like this cup. We cannot welcome you; it will be unnecessarily crowding the place. You go somewhere else.” But that man has managed to float a flower in it. He is saying, “I will be just like this flower in your gathering. I will not occupy any space, I will not be a disturbance in your gathering. I will be just a beautiful flower, floating over your gathering.”

The Sufi mystic came, touched the feet of Nanak and welcomed him – without language; nothing was said. Nanak remained their guest, every day singing his songs, and the Sufis were dancing, enjoying. And the day he left they were crying. Even the chief mystic was crying. They all came to give him a send-off. Not a single word of language was exchanged – they had no possibility of any communication. But a great communion happened.

Enlightenment has no language, Milarepa, but enlightenment is capable of finding ways of conveying its rejoicings, its blissfulness, its truth, its love, its compassion…all that is great in human experience – the highest peaks of consciousness.”

(From ‘The New Dawn’ by Osho)

Enlightenment - The Awakening
As easy as enjoying a cup of tea,
As difficult as climbing Everest alone with both hands tied behind your back and your feet hobbled and no equipment.
It is said an eight year old Dragon King's daughter did it in an instant
And a man who struggled through many kalpas failed.
A man approached a leader of a certain Buddhist organization. The man, a well educated person, said that he had studied the organization, the teachings for twenty years. He stated that the teaching were indeed beautiful and he could see the positive effects of the teaching in the practitioners, but still did not understand how they manifest. The leader (better described as a mentor) listened. Then he said, "You have studied the theory. You have observed others. Yet you do not understand the how of it. You have done everything except to take action. Just apply all that theory and do it.
The man did....and with that, he stated, with a smile, "Now I understand."
Buddhism first presented the concept of the great ship (to cross the Sea of Suffering and reach the fine harbor of tranquility). Then presented the blueprints for the Great Ship.
Then built the Great Ship to in fact carry everyone. (One could say that a vast fleet of Great Ships have been built.)
The captain beckons all to board the Great Ship, together to hoist the sails of practice, man the helm of study, and follow the compass of faith over the Sea of Suffering to the Harbor of Tranquility.
We practice to make the cause.
We study to understand the practice.
As we practice and study, our faith become a reality and grows stronger
Through this triad of Practice, Study, and Faith, we awaken the Buddha within, we become enlightened,...As We Are.
Simple - Easy - Difficult.

Peace to All

Happy New Years Day everyone…

Here it’s 42 minutes to midnight and the continuous fireworks bangs and explosions are keeping me awake. Dastardly young curmudgeons! If I hadn’t had my three-hour beauty sleep between six and nine I don’t know how I’d cope…