This woman brought out a fat rat, and you think she's going to dispose of the rat? Only to see her put the mouse on a small charcoal basin, burning the charcoal fire, and soon roasted the mouse skin to black.
You may not believe it, but this is indeed the Lunch of the Makala family today.
They do not often eat rats, and can only eat this kind of "meat" when they replenish their husband's physical strength. So for young children, it's like New Year's.
Maybe you feel a little sick in front of the screen, but there are too many people in Africa who live like this.
This is a documentary with a Douban score of 8.5, and the protagonist is named Makala, who is the husband of this woman.
An axe, a towering tree, hundreds of pounds of charcoal, a bicycle that can no longer be ridden. Here, in Valumba, a remote and impoverished mountainous area of the Congo in Africa, the family is crammed into a rented adobe house.
Makala wanted to sell charcoal to build a three-bedroom house for his family, but even if he crossed the mountains for 50 kilometers, he could only earn more than a hundred yuan at most.
Don't talk about building a house, even buying a plate is not enough. The wish for a three-bedroom apartment now looks like a fool's dream.
But Makara was still full of confidence, and in order to realize this dream, he went into the woods alone early in the morning. After choosing a big tree that no one could hold, he began a day's work.
Makara was thin and weak, and the axe in his hand did not look sharp, but he had to prop up the whole family.
The mountain wind whistled, there were no gloves, no chainsaws, and Makara didn't say a word of superfluous words the whole time, like a tree-cutting machine.
Against the scorching sun, Makara dried for a morning, and the tree finally broke. However, this is only the beginning of the work, and the decomposition of the tree is even more tiring.
During his rest, he buried his head in prayer to God, hoping that he would have endless strength and that God would bless his family. Perhaps faith is the driving force behind Makara.
Back at home, his wife lovingly shaved the thorns on his feet for him. The whole room was dark, and even during the day, the sunlight seemed reluctant to take care of Makala's home.
After a hard morning of hard work, and his lunch was a roast mouse, which was already a rare good dish, and the afternoon work all depended on this mouse.
Do you have to eat rats to replenish your strength? In the impoverished mountainous regions of Africa, this is just "routine operation". As long as the family is not busy, Makara's wife, Lidy, will come to help.
In fact, her burden is not light, even if she comes to work, she has to carry the swaddled child. Therefore, these hundreds of pounds of wood must be carried by Makara alone.
It can be seen that Makara loves his wife very much, and the wilderness is full of thorns, and even if he is injured, he can only use the sap of the tree to simply stop the bleeding. It did seem dangerous, but they couldn't do it.
Then there's the most important thing – burning charcoal. Wood as tall as a hill is built together and pasted with dirt into a small mound. The sun was already about to set, and Makara had to speed up, wielding a shovel to compact the mound.
Looking at the smoking mound, Makala didn't look relaxed, he was too tired, but this was only the beginning, and the harder road was still to come.
Back at home, the house was dim, and the dim light was not enough to see the faces, but Makara was carefully sketching the house.
Apple trees are planted in front of the house, mangoes are planted on the right, and palm trees are planted in the back to protect against wind. Not only that, Makara even took into account his wife's idea.
In order to save money, he also decided to do it himself, and thinking about it, Makara felt that there was hope for the future again.
Two weeks later, the day was an important day for Makala, where charcoal could be harvested.
The charcoal that had just been dug out still faintly burned Mars, but Makara was in a hurry, he held the charcoal in one hand and sprayed water on the charcoal on the other side, and the action was completed in one go, as if he did not feel pain at all.
The smoke was thick, and the couple carefully packed the charcoal into the bag, which was their most important possession.
Hundreds of pounds of charcoal had to be pulled to the town 50 kilometers away to sell, but there was only one bicycle at home.
It was said to be a bicycle, but it could not be ridden at all, so Makara could only use a bicycle and drive charcoal into the city on foot.
The bicycle was dozens of kilometers of mountain roads, and when he was tired, he did not dare to rest for too long, because he still had to go to see his daughter who lived in the town's aunt's house.
This walk came to dawn, and Makara in the sun seemed to be much older, and he buried his head in the one-man high charcoal pile of the base, as if he were resting.
When you're hungry, eat some unknown fruits to fill your hunger. His face was full of exhaustion, and sometimes when he met well-wishers, he would help him push a few steps. The road is long, and cars and motorcycles pass by from time to time, but there seems to be no end in sight.
At the beginning of a bicycle, or the kind that can not be ridden, if you want to sell charcoal, you have to push it up 50 kilometers.
By this time Makara had been walking for four consecutive days, and suddenly, a car sped by, not only raising the dust in the sky, but also bringing down Makara's car.
Charcoal was sprinkled on the ground, and Makala's heart should have collapsed at this moment, so he simply met a kind person, who not only helped him lift the car, but also gave him a paragraph.
You should know that this kind of bicycle full of goods, once it falls, it is difficult to lift up, so even if Makala is tired, he has not put the car down.
But the good times did not last long, and makara himself did not have long gone before he encountered the robber. At this time, the most worthless thing was dignity, and he pleaded in a low voice, telling the other party that the whole family was pointing to the charcoal and living.
He was indeed telling the truth, but the other party obviously did not believe it, and after searching, he found that Kamala was indeed penniless, so he forcibly left a bag of charcoal. Maybe this kind of day is no different from hell for Makara.
After a long journey, Makara finally came to town, covered in dust and despondent, out of place, and he didn't care, because to him, he was just here to sell charcoal.
Although customers try to reduce prices, the good thing is that there is less and less carbon in the car. Makara was too late to be happy, he took the hard-earned money he had earned, and directly spent 1,000 Ganglang to buy medicine for the sick children in the family.
Although the money is not much, it is not a small amount for this family.
Makara sat on the side of the road, next to him on his rutted bicycle, and no one noticed him. Looking at the crowded bazaar, Makara was relieved for a moment, as if only here could he escape from reality temporarily.
There are many people like Makara in this barren land, who come from poor backgrounds and do not enjoy a good education, and it is precisely because of this that they will continue to be poor.
If there is no way out, who is willing to put all their hopes on the gods, but fortunately, Makara is industrious and kind, even if the days are hard, he does not choose to obtain ill-gotten gains, as long as he is determined enough, with his perseverance, to build his own "villa", it will not be just a dream.