Hanam was born in Gorob, a small village near Walvis Bay.
For as long as he can remember, he has felt that he was out of tune with his brothers and sisters.
When he was a child, he had a strong curiosity and often pestered his parents to ask many irrelevant questions, such as why there is day and night, why there is wind, thunder and rain, what is on the other side of the sea, etc.
These questions keep lingering in the parents' ears until they become impatient.
But later, when he grew older, he gradually understood that his parents didn't know the answers to these questions either...
However, Gorob Village often has a group of people in strange clothes and carrying huge satchels who come to visit. These people have a different skin color from their own, not palm black, but a strange light color, and they speak an incomprehensible language. .
Some people have blue eyes, while others have black eyes like myself.
Hanam was full of curiosity about this group of people coming from the outside world, but the elders in the village did not want children to get close to them, so every time Hanam saw someone coming to the village, he just looked at it from a distance. .
Then, when Hanam was about 10 years old, one day he suddenly heard the conversation between this group of elders and the group of outsiders.
The conversation takes place through a profession called "translation."
Hanam knew about the profession of translator because many people in the village said that if he could learn a foreign language, he could serve as the translator in the village and earn money every day.
And Na Yuan is a very important thing.
On this day, according to the procedure, the translator led a group of outsiders and once again came to the most knowledgeable elder in the village.
"Nasara, the other party is greeting you. He is a guest from Central Continent."
Nassala is the name of this elder.
"Coming from Zhongzhou District again? Where is Zhongzhou District and how far is it?" The elder was a little surprised.
"It's a big bird that can fly in the sky. It would take more than ten hours for the other party to get here!"
"Oh, that's farther than Angola, right?"
"Yes, further than Angola!"
“That’s farther than Cameroon, right?”
“Farther than Cameroon!”
Cameroon, that was the farthest place Hanam and even the whole village knew.
Soon, Hanam saw his elder move into the next question, "What about the children? How many children do these outsiders have?"
"They say they don't have kids!"
"Isn't it possible?" Hanam saw a look of shock on his elder's face.
"I'm not going to lie to you, they say it costs a lot of money to raise a child in Zhongzhou District, so you have to think carefully before you dare to have a child!"
"How could it be possible? Then who in their family will herd the cows? We need to have a lot of children before someone can herd the cows. The more children we have, the more cows we can raise and the more money we can have to raise children. How can a child ask for a lot of money?”
Looking at the chattering and incomprehensible Nasara, as well as the amused looks on those outsiders, Hanam suddenly felt an emotion called shame.
He didn't know what this emotion was, but he could read the eyes of the outsiders.
That look was clearly one of pity, just like the look in the village chief's eyes when he looked at Lilia and the orphans in Panama.
To outsiders, their own village is like an orphan abandoned by the world...
From that day on, Hanam secretly made up his mind that sooner or later he would leave this village and leave this place where his parents had never left.
Compared to his peers, Hanam has an exploratory spirit that will never give up until the goal is achieved.
However, Hanam did not expect that the opportunity would come so quickly.
When Hanam was eleven years old, his father's health deteriorated, and the whole village was not surprised by this situation.
Because in the village, some people are destined not to live past thirty.
Sure enough, his father breathed his last within a few months, and his mother died shortly after his father's death, leaving only Hanam and his three brothers and two brothers.
After losing both parents, the family situation became even more tense.
In order not to burden his brothers, Hanam finally decided to leave the village where he had lived for eleven years...
…
Hanam slowly opened his eyes.
In the dark room, Hanam slowly sat up and exhaled softly.
I don’t know why, thirty years have passed, but I still dream about the small village where I was born, and my parents whose faces have long been blurred...
I don’t know if my brother and brothers are okay now
I looked at my watch. It was only three o'clock in the morning, and it was still a long time before dawn.
Therefore, Hanam did not turn on the light, but lit a cigarette in the darkness, silently experiencing the feeling of loneliness.
This world is indeed strange. Even though both of my parents are HIV-infected, I was born a completely healthy child. It is precisely because of this that I have been able to survive in this world for so many years.
Not only did he survive, Hanam also left Namibia through self-study and was admitted to the Polytechnic of the University of Cape Town in the Rainbow Country.
This is already the best university in Africa.
After graduating at the age of thirty, Hanam joined Aifeix Electronic Technology Company in Cape Town and became an electronic engineer.
Who would have thought that life could be so wonderful
Just when Hanam was silently lamenting the ups and downs in his life, the cigarette in his hand suddenly stopped.
Because he suddenly heard the sound of unlocking coming from the door of the living room outside his bedroom.
"Click..."
The deeper it is in the dark, the more sensitive human hearing becomes. Although they are more than ten meters apart, the sound of unlocking the door of the living room is extremely clear.
Someone is trying to break into your room!
Thief? robber? Or the girlfriend who just broke up with her a few days ago
Just when Hanam was panicking, he heard a bang and the door was kicked open!
Is the other party so bold
Hanam's hand shook and the cigarette butt fell directly onto the bed. However, Hanam didn't care at all at this time. He quickly climbed out of the bed and was about to jump out of the window and escape!
However, before he could climb up the window, there was suddenly a burst of messy footsteps behind him, and then a big rough hand grabbed Hanam's back collar and pulled him off the window sill!
"Don't kill me, I have no money!" Hanam only had time to scream. The next second, his head suddenly hurt, and he lost consciousness.
…
When a basin of cold water was poured on Hanam's face, Hanam quickly woke up.
Feeling a burning pain in his head, Hanam quickly looked around, only to find that he was tied to a chair, and even his mouth was stuffed with a smelly rag.
When he entered, he was in an unfamiliar room. Several men in black were standing on all sides of him, and directly in front of him was a somewhat rickety figure.
Kidnapping
Hanam felt cold in his heart and kept begging for mercy, but he could only make a whimpering sound.
"Everyone please exit first."
At this moment, the rickety figure suddenly spoke.
"Yes, Godfather."
The ferocious group of men in black exited the room like a flock of sheep, closing the door as they left.
The rickety figure slowly walked in, and then Hanam suddenly realized that the other person's face looked familiar.
God... isn't this person the Congressman Dlamini who often appears in the news
Dlamini gently pulled the rag from Hanam's mouth, and then asked with a strange expression, "Are you Hanam, Hanam who was born in Gorob Village?"
"Your Excellency Senator Dlamini!"
Hanam quickly defended, "I was wrong. I swear I will never insult you online again. Although your proposal when running for mayor was too ridiculous, I finally voted for the current mayor, but if the next If you continue to run for mayor next time, I will definitely vote for you, I just ask you to let me go...!"
Hanam spoke incoherently, and even he himself did not know what he said.
"enough!"
Dlamini snorted coldly, "Let me ask you again, were you born in a village named Gorob?"
"Yes, I was born in Gorob Village, but I am definitely not a spy sent by Namibia. I dare to swear in the name of God!" Hanam hurriedly defended.
"Damn it, don't mention God in front of me!"
Dlamini suddenly became furious, although the intensity of his anger puzzled Hanam.
Seemingly aware of his gaffe, Dlamini quickly exhaled and then continued, "Since you are Hanam, it means we have found the right person."
With that said, he turned around, walked to the desk, and gently opened an Apple laptop.
As it was turned on, the laptop did not display the Windows interface like a normal computer. Instead, the screen flashed and turned into a pure black background, and a strange logo appeared on it.
Harnum is sure that is not the Apple Computer logo...
"Good morning, Mr. Harnum."
Just when Hanam was wondering, a voice suddenly came from the computer, and at the same time, a scrawled hand-drawn map appeared on the computer screen.
"Mr. Harnum, please forgive our presumptuous behavior, but I still need to ask where this map of yours came from."
"This map?"
Hanam was stunned when he heard this, but when he saw the contents of the map clearly, he suddenly became horrified, "How is that possible! I drew this map a few years ago based on my childhood memories. It has never been published online. It was posted online, how did it appear in your hands?”
"So, you drew this picture yourself?"
In the computer, the voice did not get angry because Hanam answered the question incorrectly, but asked patiently, "Are you sure that everything on the map is true?"
Hanam hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Dlamini looking at him eagerly, he nodded quickly, "Yes! I discovered that cave entrance when I was a child. I'm sure that besides me, there were two or three others with me. Kids my age know it too."
"Are there two or three other children your age who know about the entrance to the cave?"
The voice on the computer seemed to think deeply for a moment, and then continued to ask, "Do you know the names of those children?"
"Sorry, I don't remember this..."
Hanam shook his head quickly, "That happened more than thirty years ago. Even I only have a vague impression. If I hadn't recalled the cave entrance in my dream, I would have even forgotten that memory. The presence!"
"Well, that's really a pity."
The voice on the computer said calmly, and then the voice spoke again, "Mr. Dlamini, the transportation task will be left to you. I hope to see Hanam in person in one day."
"I understand, Lord Judas."
Dlamini nodded and said respectfully, "I have arranged for someone to book a flight. He will meet you soon."
"Wait!" Hanam said in horror after hearing the conversation between the two, "Where are you going to transport me?"
"Of course, back to Gorob Village."
In the computer, the voice seemed to smile softly, and then the computer automatically shut down...