322 I went to a black house in Angola and watched black women fetch water
I think the best way to understand the lives of the locals in Angola is to walk into their lives, understand their habits, and experience the joys and sorrows from their perspective, and maybe only in this way can we see the joys and sorrows in their world.
In Africa, the best contact is the black children, a few pieces of fruit candy can narrow the distance between each other, if you give them a bottle of wind oil essence or cool oil, get the black children who get things happily around the field for a week, to show gratitude, and when a bead of sweat runs back, the relationship is more appropriate. However, there are also many children who take it and run away, disappearing without a trace like a wasp. I don't know whether to take it back to the parents or to sell it for money, anyway, in the instant of getting the thing, people ran away and even the shadow was gone...
When I went to the black village, I had some fruit candy or white rabbit milk candy in my pocket, not that I was going to seduce black children, the main idea was that if something was trapped outside, then there was a piece of sugar on the body that could hold on for a while, so as not to be hungry and hypoglycemic, and secondly, it was used to communicate feelings to the children.
Black children generally do not wear shoes, barefoot on the road, I have also thought: this African sun makes the ground so hot, children do not feel hot? Or is it because you can't run fast? Later, I was relieved to see the sand on the road, which only had a layer of hot spots on the surface, which was different from the temperature of the cement road and the painted road.
On Saturday, there was nothing wrong, I took the opportunity to buy vegetables with the driver, purchased to the supermarket to buy, and the driver and I went to the black village to repair the car keys.
Last time I came to have a car key, it was not very easy to use, so I came over and repaired it again. After arriving in the village, a large number of children saw me and shouted "Daddy", "Daddy" or something, and ran over quickly, and wolf smoke dust rose on the road. Lo and behold, we have this popularity... How popular. Get, the old rules, come early each person a piece of fruit candy, shout high to give a piece of white rabbit milk candy, we this temper, can not let people disappoint.
The reason why these children are called Daddy is that they have no uncles or uncles here, and they all have a title: Daddy. I see that this is not okay, so shouting we can't say it clearly, like me, Yushu Linfeng is a person who knows the shame and shame can't let people call Dad. I told them I was in my sixties, and the kids were smart enough to start calling me Grandpa right away.
I didn't mean to take advantage of others, they gave birth to children in seventeen or eighteen, and became grandparents around the age of forty, I am more than sixty, when his grandfather's father is not exaggerated.
Listening to the Chinese pronounced "Grandpa", I was very pleased, and I was happy to spread Chinese culture. But they also have grandpas who call out to Portuguese. That's not going to work, it won't Chinese certainly can't give sugar. After I finished the candy, I told the child to "sacca" (go. Go away. Leave), and then I entered the house with the key.
The driver has been communicating with the black man with the key, I found a seat to sit down, after sitting down to see the hostess is fetching water, elegant movements deeply attracted me, especially the big flower cloth tied around the waist shows so personality, well, take out the mobile phone pretend to look at the mobile phone, take a few pictures of it...
This is the only well I have ever seen in Angola, and they said that this courtyard was inhabited by Portuguese colonists, and the well was dug by the Portuguese organization, and I looked around, yo, this colonist lives in this environment? A little miserable, right? I say that what the Negro says is not true, but understandably, where is the truth in the mouth of the Negro?
I watched the black woman tie the bucket to the bottom of the well, pull the rope a few times, and easily buckle the bucket into the water, this operation reminds me of the scene of fetching water at home when I was a child, it seems that this technology is universal? It's just that they don't have a rudder, they all rely on their waists to pull up a little bit.
After the black woman pulled the bucket up, she cut the bottom with a mineral water bottle, made a funnel upside down on the yellow bucket, and then poured the bucket down the funnel, seeing this, I couldn't help but stick out my thumb to praise her: This person is good enough! Who says black people are stupid? Lo and behold, people use tools too.
Watching him pour the water into the bucket, I ran over and crawled to the edge of the well to look into the well, the dark one could not see the bottom, a little afraid of heightSight I did not look again, pointed to the well and gave the black woman a thumbs up and said: Mother One Du Jump. (Very good)
After the black woman filled the three buckets, she put them up and put them in the house, and then came over and locked the well, presumably for fear of falling into the rats, leaves, or other things that polluted the water, right? Or are you afraid that the child will fall into it?
I have only seen this well in Angola for so many years, and the rest is a water cellar or something, but everyone has locked it, and in Angola, water is a heavy resource, because most people want to buy water.
Some people say that when you are happy, you must clasp your hands so that you can hold happiness in your hands. However, I tried it, and when I opened my hands again, I found that there was nothing in my hands. Did I open my hands in the wrong way and didn't grasp it? Face the future and cherish the present. Come on, brother, fox fairy2022.6.15