Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three Changes

After all, I understand that all the encounters and all the staying together are not worth the time in a hurry.In fact, everyone just completes the set destiny, no need to ask about the unpredictable ending, no need to wait for the protection of the years.Once the mission is completed, you can spend your life at will, watching the wind and rain. The fate of Sanmao and Sahara came to an end in this way.On October 30, 1975, Sanmao left the Sahara in a hurry by plane.Since then, she never came to this desert that she once loved and attached to.She delivered to this land for three years and eight months.When you leave, you only take a piece of dust with you.

If she came here without hesitation at the beginning, it was because of her deep affection for Sahara, but now she hastily departed, would it be considered as a disappointment?In fact, Sanmao's farewell to the desert was not her intention, but to escape.The last days Sanmao spent in the desert were turbulent and full of crises. For a moment, Sanmao felt that he could no longer go on.If you are alone, looking at the vast and merciless world, you forget why you are here and where you are going.Suddenly no nostalgia from previous lives can be found here, and the small town of Ayong has become a dead and empty city.Except for the never-ending dust flying all over the sky, there seems to be no trace of life.

The indigenous Saharawi people demanded national self-determination. For a while, the situation in the Sahara Desert changed suddenly and became unpredictable.They abandoned their past leisurely life and gathered together to try to get rid of Spanish colonial rule.Sanmao and Jose were inexplicably involved in this political vortex.Even though she devoted her life and affection to this desert, she still had to abandon it in the end.It is not because of her wrong love, the desert is innocent, the Sahara is innocent, it is because they cannot avoid the intrigue of human beings. "The sand is the same sand, the sky is the same sky, and the tornado is the same tornado. At the end of the isolated world, in this place as primitive as the world, the United Nations, the Hague International Court of Justice, national self-determination, these strange things Nouns, for many people who really live here, are as thin and unreal as green smoke.

"We are also living as usual, with a wait-and-see attitude, and we don't always believe that those rumors told by others will one day have any special connection with our fate and future." Sanmao never expected that such a complicated struggle of human nature would take place in this place she has always regarded as a paradise.It can be seen that where there are people, there will inevitably be disturbances.Who would dare not surrender to fate when drinking together the wine of time?That afternoon, Jose went home with a solemn expression, and drove Sanmao around the outer buildings of the town.Sanmao saw a torrent of blood characters, like a river breaking its embankment, flooding the wall.

"Spanish dogs get out of our land - long live the Sahara, long live the guerrillas, long live Brazil - no Morocco, no Spain, long live national self-determination - Spanish bandits! Bandits! Murderers!" The blood, the dark accusation, just rushed towards them.Overnight, even the walls of the barracks were covered with these blood words.Sanmao was suddenly shrouded in fear, and felt that every Saharawi made her tremble with fear. In this desert, she has worked tirelessly, and the Sahara, where the mountains and rivers went so far, is now full of vegetation.For thousands of years, the Sahara has been an endless stretch of sand, with barren scenery and simple folk customs.Here, you can not fight for the day and night, regardless of the age, regardless of success or failure, but why suddenly the swords are drawn and the mountains and rivers are broken.The magical creator can endow the heaven and the earth with spirituality, but he can't take care of the sorrow and joy, right and wrong performed by all living beings in this human theater.

Martial law began in the town of Ayong, and the Spanish police on the street searched the Saharawi people on the street with guns.All the young people in the city had already left, only some poor and innocent old people were left to be touched by them.The entire Sahara was caught in a panic that was about to rain.Their behavior only increased the public's antipathy towards Spanish colonization, because those guerrillas would not be so stupid as to take to the streets with pistols and wait for people to search them. I still recall the first meeting, the endless sand dunes, gentle and affectionate, and the mirage under the sky, like a dream.Here, Sanmao and Jose set a lifelong relationship and became a couple.They started from scratch, side by side through wind and rain, looking to the end of the world.So much bitterness and joy, vivid as yesterday, but unexpectedly, after several years of spring and autumn, it has changed into this desolate appearance.It can be seen that the big dream in the world can turn gray in an instant.

"There is no second Sahara in the world, and only to those who love it, it will show you its beauty and tenderness, and will silently return your love to you with its eternal earth and sky, Quietly promise my promise to you." If all the beauty is just a short encounter, can't stay, can't last, what a pity, what a cold thing. When Sanmao heard "the guerrillas come, first kill José and then Sanmao" from the child of Shaharawi, she was stunned, as if she lost her soul.There is no way to express this grievance. Looking at the gray desert, I feel even more desolate.She knew that her relationship with Sahara could not last long.Since then, the mountains and rivers are far away, and I don't know who will be here, waiting for the return of this old man.

On October 17, 1975, the International Tribunal in The Hague had been entangled in the Spanish Sahara issue for an unknown period of time, and after thousands of clamors and waits, it finally made a ruling.Spanish Sahara enjoys the right of national self-determination.When the Saharawi people cheered, Jose hugged Sanmao with a smile on his face: "Did you hear that? If Spain settles with them peacefully in the future, we will stay." But Sanmao had a premonition, she was worried, and felt that It's like a catastrophe is imminent. That night, the announcer of the Sahara radio station suddenly reported sadly: "King Hassan of Morocco is recruiting volunteers. Starting tomorrow, he will march peacefully to the Spanish Sahara." The terrible thing is that Hassan recruited 300,000 people, and the next day there were two Millions of signatures.The border is only 40 kilometers away from Ayong Town.Finally, the Spanish government used loudspeakers in the streets and alleys, calling for the emergency evacuation of Spanish women and children.

The hearts of the people collapsed instantly like a river breaking its embankment.The town is already in turmoil and is full of crises. "Sanmao, hurry up! Come on, it's too late!" Everyone who saw her urged her like this.The friends in the town hurriedly said goodbye to her and rushed to the airport.Overnight, Ayong has become a desolate empty city.Only the gates of the airlines were crowded, and people went to the end of the world in order to escape, and their whereabouts were unknown. At such a critical juncture, José was on the levee of the Phosphate Mine Company day and night helping to withdraw the munitions and legions, and could not go home to take care of her.Sanmao's situation is very dangerous, and He Xituo bought her a plane ticket and asked her to fly out of the desert first.When Sanmao left the Sahara, she was one of the last four foreign women to evacuate.Any persistence is useless.

Although it was an escape, it was hard to give up after all.In the past, in order to find the scenery of the desert, he did not hesitate to go to the mountains for thousands of miles, and suffered all kinds of honing, but now he is forced to go away.For the love of this troubled desert, now there is only sadness.I have imagined parting thousands of times, but never once, it will be such a lonely scene. In the Sahara at this moment, there is a kind of peace that has gone through many vicissitudes.Sanmao disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people, and the desolate desert was getting farther and farther away, until not even a speck of dust could be seen.I could vaguely hear the screaming of camels, perhaps only they were still crying in the entire Sahara.

This is the place she once fell in love with, the lover of her dreams.She thought that one day she would be buried in this land, waiting for someone who was destined to find her bones.Or with this dry riverbed, it becomes a permanent secret.Unexpectedly, for several years, it was just a long dream.Passers-by and scenery are like a pair of lovers who will never leave.In this way, from morning dawn to nightfall, from spring and autumn to winter and summer, I walked my whole life. Sanmao flew away from the desert and went to Gran Canaria.Gran Ghana and the Sahara are only separated by water.Here is the vast sea, with turbulent waves crashing on the shore, while there is a vast desert with flames of war and gunpowder.Jose stayed in the desert in order to evacuate with Ayong's phosphate rock company.The long wait in the troubled times exhausted Sanmao physically and mentally, and his days felt like years. After more than ten days of torment and waiting, Jose suddenly miraculously appeared in front of San Mao, and they embraced and wept.For a long time, Sanmao believed that she had the ability to foretell, but she was not sure whether Jose could return safely from the artillery fire.It wasn't until he could smell his breath affectionately that he believed that they had really met again. What moved Sanmao was that Hexi not only brought himself, but also brought out all the things Sanmao left in the desert hut.Birds, flowers, chopsticks, books, letters, knives, forks, bowls, rags, shampoo, medicine, purses, bottles, TV, photos, and camel skulls, fossils, meat floss, seaweed, mushrooms, not even a single sheet was lost, He even sold the furniture for 12,000 yuan. Sanmao wrote to tell her parents that Jose is the most amazing young man in the world.At that time, Ayong was already in chaos. Everyone tried their best to escape from the desert, and they didn't care about those belongings.Jose has the ability to use a boat to return with a full load.During times of adversity, Sanmao felt more and more that marrying Jose would be a life without regrets.If there has been melancholy or sighing, at this time, it will all flow with the passing water and disperse into dust. Youth cannot be repeated, and life cannot be promised. Sahara made Sanmao regain the nostalgia of the previous life, but lost the promise of this life.A reunion, a separation, so hasty when leaving, never say treasure to each other.The story of the Sahara, with the unprovoked turmoil, the trance time, gone forever. never come back.