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黄碧云

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Chapter 1 reaching out country

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Ming Pao August 30, 1999 1. In Macedonia, there are many beggars.Much, much, about the same as India and Egypt.Almost all of them were children, little black hands of a few years old, dragging, following, and smiling. In Bosnia, there are many beggars.many.A little girl, I asked her how old she was, and she answered in Bosnian. Seeing that I couldn't listen, she took out the money in her pocket. There were twelve marks, which happened to be her age.I give her a mark, eat bananas with her, she finishes the bananas, she finishes the bananas, I turn around and she disappears.Thirteen marks a day, not bad, you can call it a day.In Bosnia, the income of an ordinary employee does not exceed three hundred marks.

Bosnia is full of Bosnian troops and aid agencies rebuilding.The prices are so expensive. In a refugee camp for Kosovar refugees, a little girl followed me and asked, what can you do for me?They roll out a kid who was injured in a car accident, show it, and ask, what can you do to help him?A little German-speaking refugee boy, asking, are you here to help us?How are you going to help me? They are so confident and strict, asking: You help me. In the open-air cafe of Republic Square in Bulgrade, a woman came over.She has a very haggard beauty.She came over and asked in English: May I have a cup of coffee with you?I hesitate.She said, I have no money.I said, well, if you want to.She then said, a cup of Gabbacino, with chocolate powder, that's good, it's fine.Somehow, I suddenly got angry and said, I'm sorry.Sorry.No.

I saw her again in the square two days later.I saw someone washing their hair in the fountain, it was strange, but it was her. She is there every day.A haggard beautiful woman.No money.I like cleanliness very much. Adding Baccano and chocolate powder is not bad, it’s ok. Albanians in Kosovo, "liberated" by NATO forces, are happy.Anyone who can speak English goes to the UN or the army to get a job as a translator or driver.But they are still very happy to see the shipment of cargo trucks into Kosovo, just like mana from heaven. "Liberated", let the military of Western countries "protect" us, let them run elections for us, recruit police for us, open schools for us, and we all speak English. "Belong" to United Europe and let them decide whether we should be independent or not.They feel that there is no problem at all.Anyway, Serbs used to be like this, everything is under their control.But Serbs are poor, America and Western European countries are rich.

"I like America". "I will go to the United States when we get the passport issued by the United Nations." Colonialism, with a new look.But this is not colonialism, this is "European unity". This, they say, is "European unity" because they are Europeans.And I am not.I grew up in a colony.I say this is neo-colonialism. 2. So no victims.Victims are made by aid agencies, NGOs, UN, humanitarian organizations. Just as there are consumer goods before consumption is created. Objectification means: it is not that we need dish soap or sweet water (very sweet water, called drinks, juices, sodas), but dish soap or sweet water needs us.

There are aid agencies, NGOs, the UN, humanitarian organizations, the "international community" before the victims.They need victims. Balkan Albanians, Serbs, Modinegians, Romanians, Hungarians, Lithuanians, Greeks, Turks, Bulgarians , has a long history of war for centuries, persecuting each other, both aggression and victim.Albania has been a territory of Ottoman Turkey since 1479. When the First Balkan War broke out in 1912, Albania sought independence.In the Treaty of London in 1913, Western powers handed over Kosovo to Serbia, and Albania was established for the first time.Kosovo became a colony of Serbia, the government agencies were controlled by the Serbs, and the land was occupied and distributed by the Serbs.

If Albania is a victim, they have been a victim of occupation and domination by great powers for the past six centuries.Albanian independenceists, too, waged many bloody battles.They are not lambs and will use violence at any time. But the "international community" (i.e. the United States plus Europe's Germany, France, Britain and their partners) did not describe Albania, or Kosovo's Albanians, as victims because there was no need.When Kosovo declared a state of emergency in 1990, Albanians were fired in large numbers and Albanian universities were closed, but the "international community" did not pay attention to the Albanian victims in Kosovo at that time.Albania's status as a "victim" was not affirmed until the "international community" decided to fully intervene in Kosovo.

The "victim" also understands the truth.They show their wounds and suffering, and ask, "What can you do for me?" 3. But please forgive me.I cannot sympathize, cannot agree. My parents, grandparents I never met, also dealt with war and poverty.But they are self-reliant.This is the dignity of a group. Post subject: A certain haggard woman [Huang Biyun] She was never young.I can't imagine her young face.For example, fifteen years old: fifteen-year-old Susan Santa is no different from other fifteen-year-old American girls, right? Now her face is her own alone.It is an irreplaceable face.

(Because she writes, there is no substitute) I remember one of her postcards, black and white.She is lying obliquely, in the posture of a sexy girl, she is so old, thin and haggard, that reclining posture is not a posture to provoke men and women's sexual desires, but just self-expression: I am self-excellent and have nothing to do with people, don't be obsessed with me . This one is an ad for vodka.Of course it is conceivable that Santa would drink slightly fragrant vodka. The haggard woman is full of wrinkles, showing the beauty and strength of wrinkles. White hair flying: Look at my white hair, my days.

Wear a very wrinkled linen shirt.No jewelry. A certain desk and books, is it her workshop? The computer on the desk is the same model as the computer I use, and I can recognize it at a glance, with the mild black and extremely sensitive buttons and the white Apple logo on the big screen.That's my beloved and obsessed computer. (Naturally, I am also obsessed with the words on the computer screen and the scanned pictures.) There is a notebook next to the computer.It's such a joy to turn on the computer and open the notebook to work. (I sometimes light a cigar and pour a glass of old rum when I'm happy or sad.)

There are presbyopic glasses on the notebook, which are called "reading glasses" in English—"reading glasses" are more intelligent.After all, you are not young. After forty, you need reading glasses.Just right -- just right is beautiful. The books are so old, she is doing research, right?I won't be reading idle books, idle books are beautifully packaged.The latest book on her desk, which can be seen written, is "Camera Lucida" by Roland Barthes. (Roland Barthes once started my writing: Wow, I could write like this) The reading mirror is pressing the coffee stains on the white paper, not the original ones, but the photos left in the pile of junk CDs, dictionaries, books, letters, notebook rolls, throat lozenges, box pens, and binders on my desk, splashing on me up.

Because this is an advertisement photo, none of the subjects will run into the camera by accident.The merchandise is selling what she stands for: calm, clarity, intelligence, composure.Susan Santa is the muse of vodka. I haven't read her book in many years, and she is no longer the most high-profile author.She catalyzed from an author to an idol.But so what. It doesn't detract from her beauty.
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