screenwriter mystery

Chapter 346
"Let it go, let it go."

Squeeze past the crowded passengers sitting on the TapTap, slap off the palms that were reaching out to the backpack on your chest trying to fish in troubled waters, and get off the bus under the watchful eyes of local Shanghainese.

The fortune teller watched the TapTap full of passengers drive away crookedly, and then turned to look at the surrounding environment.

"So, this is the most famous tourist attraction in Port-au-Prince?"

Frowning and scanning the nearby scenes, Amanda couldn't help but whispered.

According to the introduction of the tour guide Sang, they came to the only scenic spot in Port-au-Prince - the National Heroes Memorial Hall.

However, everything in front of Amanda's eyes is not even as majestic as the buildings in any park in Washington.

"It should be here."

Following the direction Amanda said, he glanced at the buildings in front of him that seemed to be small pools, and the expression on Joey's face was also a little speechless.

To be honest, if it wasn’t for Sang’s intentional emphasis, the National Heroes Memorial is currently the only open museum under the sea, which is of great value to visit, and neither of them could connect the building in front of them with the scenic spot.

After strolling around the scenic spots hastily, and coming out of the National Heroes Memorial, the fortune teller shook his head at Amanda.

Like the exterior, the items displayed inside the memorial are also extremely perfunctory.

After all, from a historical point of view, the founding time of Haiti is extremely short, and the internal political situation is extremely chaotic.

The title of hero is even more of a joke in Haiti. After all, the hero the former government considered became a dictator who killed the people after being overthrown. In Haiti’s short history of more than 200 years, the only impressive Instead, it was the tyranny of the Duvalier family.

Leaving the vicinity of the scenic area where the National Heroes Memorial Hall is located, Joey continued to walk around, and Amanda followed behind him, watching the fortune teller's move.

In this way, one after the other, the two soon came to the nearby slums.

From this section of the road, the originally flat concrete ground under the two of them turned into yellow land, and the buildings on both sides began to become potholes from the relatively complete appearance before, and even some collapsed houses could be seen from time to time. Naked local children in Haiti play on the collapsed rubble pile.

This playful behavior is very dangerous in Amanda's eyes. If she is not careful, she will be cut by the surrounding gravel and broken glass in the collapsed house.

However, in the eyes of local Haitians, it is commonplace.

It is still extremely difficult for them to even maintain their daily livelihood, so how can they have the energy to take care of their children's play places.

After walking in silence for a few minutes, the crowd gathered in a corner caught Joey's attention and made him stop.

Behind her, noticing the behavior of the fortune-teller, Amanda looked in the direction and also saw the local Haitian women gathering in the corner carrying buckets.

Seeing this scene, the two silently looked at each other and walked towards the corner.

Noticing someone approaching, the Haitian women in the corner cast curious glances at the fortune teller and Amanda.

Such white faces are still extremely rare in Haiti, and in their gaze, Joey and Amanda have already seen the reason why these people are gathered together.

Sitting in the corner was the same Haitian woman. Yellow round cakes were piled up in the basin in front of her. These local Haitian women seemed to come to buy these round cakes.

Seeing someone coming, the woman selling in the corner enthusiastically grabbed two yellow round cakes from the basin and handed them over to them, speaking incomprehensible Creole, as if I was persuading them to borrow it.

Facing the enthusiastic gesture of the woman, Joey and Amanda glanced at each other, and they glanced around. These Haitian women were holding this kind of round cake in their hands, and some of them even had only a small half left. This kind of tasting is a very common thing.

After reacting, the fortune teller stretched out his hand to take the round cake handed over by the woman, and distributed one to Amanda beside him.

After receiving the things from Joey, Amanda looked down at this small round cake. From the outside, it didn't seem to have anything special, it was not much different from ordinary biscuits. In her hand, Amanda quickly noticed the unusualness of this round cake.

It was heavier than expected, and the surface of the round cake was rubbed lightly with a brush, and a fine layer of dust fell from the surface of the round cake.

Looking at the dust on her fingers, Amanda looked up again at the Haitian women who were sipping round cakes around her, and a sense of absurdity emerged in her heart.

Under this inexplicable emotion, Amanda picked up the round cake in her hand and took a bite carefully. In the next second, a sense of jerky and heavy sand filled Amanda's mouth instantly, and she couldn't help but open her mouth. He opened his mouth and spit out the dirt in his mouth.

Seeing Amanda's uncomfortable reaction, the Haitian women around laughed. This is the good-natured laughter of the locals when they see outsiders not used to the food.

However, in Amanda's heart, there was no embarrassment or embarrassment at being laughed at.

She just silently looked at the round cake in her hand, with an unusually heavy expression.

"This is dirt."

Turning her head to look at the fortuneteller beside her, Amanda said in a difficult tone.

That's right, from the perspective of the two of them, the dough-like round cakes are mainly made of dirt that can be seen everywhere.

And these Haitian women gathered together, and what they bought were these earth cakes.

Thinking of this, Amanda couldn't help but think of the team's breakfast in Port-au-Prince in the morning. At that time, they didn't have much feeling for the rice mixed with olive oil. Now it seems that being able to eat olive oil rice is considered a A sign of a good life.

Because the poorer people in the slums may not even be able to eat even the most tasteless olive oil rice.

This is an extremely poor country, and its poverty has exceeded Amanda's imagination.

She never knew that in this world, in this day and age, there are still people who rely on soil to satisfy their hunger.

Especially living in a country like the United States, where waste is the biggest economic driving force, this strong contrast has a particularly strong impact on Amanda's heart.

After hearing Amanda's explanation for the round cake in his hand, Joey silently put it away and did not try to sit and taste it.

While the two were talking, many Haitian women had already left with a bucket full of soil cakes.

Looking at the backs of these people walking away with buckets, Amanda felt a little inexplicably heavy in her heart.

(End of this chapter)