These children all swarmed around An Yang and Xiao Nian Cha, because they were holding a handful of candies.
After receiving the candy one by one, the children retreated contentedly, and some children who hadn't got the candy in the back then filled it up, and stretched out their black arms, dangling them high in front of An Yang's eyes.
The happiness of some people is that they hope to have a house facing the sea and blooming in spring.
The happiness of some people is to find a beautiful girl.
And these children who have not even eaten enough food in front of them, their happiness is that a foreign uncle can give them beautiful and delicious colorful candies just like today.
This is happiness.
There is no hard and fast rule for happiness. It depends on your own satisfaction. If you are satisfied, you will be happy. If you are not satisfied, then you will not be happy.
Therefore, less demanding means more happiness. These children living in wars, they don't even know if they will die tomorrow, but if he can get a candy today, he will still smile very happily.
Seeing these innocent children, An Yang suddenly felt sad.
They are all children. Children in big countries can sit in bright and spacious classrooms to read, but they can only live in this foul-smelling refugee area.
There are also schools in the refugee area. The so-called school is just a temporary tin room, which is not even a room. There are 70 or 80 chairs in it, and then a few pillars are erected, and two iron sheets are covered on the pillars. It is their school, no matter who you are, you can go to the class.
A group of people, led by Bibic, went to the refugee area, one tent next to one tent. If there is a large fur-covered tent, then it is considered a mansion, a group of people nestled in small tents. During the day, men will go out to sell coolies, and women will be busy cooking ingredients, waiting for their husbands to come back to dine together, cooking is also a big pot of rice, one stove and one stove, one cooks a big pot, and then neighbors Several tents share food together.
People living in this place dare to take a bath only during the holidays. It is more common not to wash your clothes for ten and a half days, let alone wash your face and mouth with water. It is simply a luxury, not Moga. Desha is very short of water, but the extremes of the rich and the poor in this place make these poor people dare not use extravagant water.
"These people are really sad." An Yang sighed, and followed Bibic out of the refugee area. They had other places to visit.
"Oh, I thought that these refugees could only be seen on TV, but seeing it with my own eyes today, I really feel that we are too happy to be alive." Little Milk Tea also couldn't help but sigh.
Sometimes, you don’t even know that you are so happy.
When you ask your parents to act like a baby and want a pair of famous brand running shoes, you don't know how many people in this world have no feet.
When you think this dish is not good and that dish is not good, you don't know that some people will cry excitedly because they can eat two white steamed buns.
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After leaving the refugee area, Bibic took An Yang and his party to the hospital in Mogadishu.
The hospital here does not charge any fees, you can come to treat you if you are sick, but the hospital environment is also very poor.
The first impression of the icu intensive care unit is that there are all kinds of electronic equipment such as electrocardiograms everywhere, but here there are only a few wooden beds, and a child is lying on the ground with his arm inserted. With a bottle, there are flies everywhere.
The medical equipment here is also very poor. Even in the operating room that requires absolute sterility, flies are flying everywhere, and there is no air conditioning, the temperature in the room is as high as 30 degrees, if the more sick people continue to stay in more than 30 In a high-degree house, they may even die from a high fever.
"Why don't you invest a little more money to make the hospital better? How can a hospital that can't save people be called a hospital." An Yang turned to look at Bibic.
"No, no," Bibic shook his head again and again after listening to the translation of Little Milk Tea. "We don't have any money. We spend hundreds of millions of dollars in the army every year. We really can't spare any extra money to buy medical equipment. A new set of medical equipment costs millions at a time."
An Yang was silent.
Indeed, it is a fantasy for you to invest part of the money in medical equipment in a war-torn area. If you don't have money to buy guns and bullets, how can you keep this territory
Therefore, in Africa, the death rate is the highest in the world.
From the hospital, the car drove to the theater again.
The only theater in Mogadishu was also built with the help of the Chinese government in the 1980s, but it was blown up in a terrorist attack in the first two years, and it was killed at that time. A lot of people.
It was a woman with explosives tied up all over her body. This suicidal attack was called a human flesh bomb. Once the crowd gathered, it was impossible to guard against. At that time, there were many casualties, even some senior officials in Somalia. They were all killed.
Just after a group of people visited the dilapidated theater that was blown up, when they came out, An Yang suddenly saw two people who looked like beggars sitting next to a big tree not far away, an old man, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. Little boy.
When the group walked forward, they noticed that the child's legs were covered with a layer of black gauze.
He seemed to have noticed that An Yang and his party were looking at him, and the little boy's eyes met An Yang, showing a friendly smile, and then An Yang gave the little milk tea a wink, and the little milk tea squatted on the ground and began to try to communicate with the little boy. .
After a while, the little boy suddenly reached out and lifted the black veil covering his legs. Suddenly, a dense swarm of flies flew out from under his legs, and the little milk tea stepped back two steps in fright and sat on the ground.
A pair of rotting legs, there is no intact skin on the legs, and there are even maggots crawling inside. Because of the rotting of the meat, flies come to bite, even mate and lay eggs. The eggs are maggots, which are attached to his pair. Above the legs.
No matter who sees such a scene, it will feel distressed.
The corner of even Anyang's eyes jumped a few times involuntarily.
During the negotiations between Xiao Nian Cha and the little boy, An Yang learned that he was all killed in the early bombing of the family in the theater. Father, mother, grandfather, and sister all died. He was also injured by the explosion. Both legs, it's a pity that the bomb contains toxins, and the hospital technology in Mogadishu has not been able to deal with those toxins, so the meat on the legs can only gradually rot on its own.
Thinking of all his relatives who died in an explosion, and thinking that he is about to die, An Yang couldn't help but jumped a few times before softly asking, "Does it hurt? If this goes on, you will die."
The little milk tea translated the words to the little boy. The little boy was stunned for a moment, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and the next sentence made little milk tea burst into tears.
"What did he say?" An Yang asked.
"He said at least he is still alive now."