After nightfall, Buck complained a little.
The backpackers don’t know if they have acting skills or the style. They have never slept peacefully after nightfall. Some people always drink and chat on the terrace outside. Although it is not noisy, people keep walking in and out of the room. Moreover, the lights in the room are not turned off. In addition, people snore when sleeping, and people always sit on the bed and write and draw. It feels like a group dormitory or military camp dormitory, but the lights are not turned off.
Buck was very adaptable, but Gulisa, who was sleeping on his upper bunk, obviously kept baking pancakes on the bed. The changes in the surrounding environment were still too severe for Gulisa. After all, she was still adapting with the change of her own identity. Even though Buck clearly stated to her that there was no relationship between men and women between the two, the girl who left her hometown suddenly saw a novel world was uneasy, and she still regarded Buck as her only psychological dependence at the moment. Even if she herself did not think it was love, such emotions could easily slide to the other side when they accumulated.
This specific environment caused such a psychological situation. Buck did not guess that he would feel like he had to rely on each other for life.
Finally, the Kurd girl wearing long-linered pants and a long-sleeved shirt and a headscarf wrapped in a turban silently slid down from the upper bunk, and continued to climb into the end of Buck's bed silently, and still sat there with her knees in her arms. Buck squinted his eyes and chose not to say anything.
But after a while, Gulisa chose to move with her knees again and quietly moved to Buck's head. Buck had to move outside to make room for her. Although the two of them had no place to be next to each other, Gulisa, who finally felt a little safe against the wall in the small space between the bunk beds.
There was no one around, and Buck pronounced with the corner of his mouth: "Let's come here to do something, just like I'm going to your place, have a good rest, don't think too much, keep your energy here for a few days, and you may leave."
Gulisa buried her forehead in her arms holding her knees, but looked down at Buck's face, and for a while he spoke in a low tone like a dream: "When I was working in the city, I secretly read a book. It was not a book that Allah allowed to read. "Alice in Wonderland", have you read it?"
The railway worker's children shook their heads: "No, I heard of it, it sounds like a book that girls read."
Gulisa seemed to be recalling: "There is a conversation inside, I always remember..."
Buck felt that such conversations would help relieve the girl's emotions and cooperated with: "What words?"
Gulisa recited: "Alice asked a little shyly: 'Cat, cat, please tell me which path I should go from here?' Maoer replied to her: 'It depends mainly on where you think about it'"
Buck understood: "Yes, this is the focus. All actions and plans must be based on clear purposes. For most people, this is a basic principle. Although many people are confused and fail to do it, some people don't care about this focus."
Gulisa's voice smiled a little: "It's great to talk to you. When the brothers in the family talk about these things, they say that Allah does not allow these things to think about them, and they also have to use their energy to fight. Mom and sisters say that they should serve their husbands with all their strength..."
Buck learned from his experience of communicating with Lola last time: "I was trained by my wife at home."
Gulisa was not so cheerful, and she was silent for a while to avoid this topic: "Of course my purpose is to come out and see. The world is so big, but I am only around the tribe, and the farthest part is just in the city. I think Allah will agree to broaden my horizons."
Buck strongly agreed: "Okay! Now I'll finish this matter for the time being, and I can arrange for you to take a look around freely, work or study, but the most important thing now is to have a good rest? Why don't I go to bed?"
Gulisa shook her head: "That's it..."
Well, Buck turned his back to the inside, made more space for the other party, yawned and fell asleep, but turned around and closed his eyes and noticed the white girl in a red suspender T-shirt sitting on the bed holding her laptop and knocking. Could it be that she was writing an email to her family and lover?
Buck fell asleep.
When she woke up, Gulisa leaned quietly on his shoulder and slept softly.
Since you wake up, continue shopping.
And there was still three or four people together, and Buck had absolutely no chance to call or contact each other alone. Moreover, with the familiarity of the environment, Buck kept meeting Western tourists from the same youth hostel on the street, and even some other Western tourists' expressions made Buck suspect that more than this youth hostel had concentrated people.
Gulisa became much more cheerful and brighter. When she passed by the roadside where she could look at the blue sea, she would sit greedily on the seaside seat, and concentrate on looking at the blue sky and sea birds flying for food for a long time. She was really fulfilling her dream of looking around.
Others who were traveling with him did not urge him, and even helped him buy bird food with a smile.
To be honest, Buck never felt that these potential enemies were ugly. At the level of executing orders, they were almost all professional and serious guys. Even Western humanism made them look very humane when they were not fighting. Occasionally, they could talk to Buck about how cute their children were far away from home. But if you think this kind of warmth would cover up the essence of the fight between the two sides, it would be a blind dog.
Like him, these people don’t like to consider higher-level things. They instinctively just use themselves as a tool.
The days of shopping like this actually lasted for three days!
Gulisa felt very happy. She walked around every day, sat by the beach to feed a bird, and quietly encouraged Buck to go out to drink beer at night. She sat next to Buck and observed this lifestyle novelly, and could try to stutter and communicate with those women, but when she talked about Buck, she said shyly that it was her husband.
That expression was really not pretending, which made those women look down on Buck very much. It probably had heard of Buck's gossip that he was married and had trouble, and was very unkind to this Kurdish girl.
Buck didn't care about such things, he cared about the environment of the entire city.
Such a country consisting of thousands of islands, and the main island is so small, it is far from Luzon, which is on the verge of the rate. As long as a coup is launched in this city, the leaders are changed and foreign international policies will be affected, China's previous investment efforts will be wasted. It is really a matter of small investment and big returns.
And in the past few days, it is obvious that they have seen small protests on the streets more than once, all of which are protesting against the demands of high prices and difficult life. Gulisa was very unaware of it at the beginning: "Life here is so easy, you can fish when you go to sea, you can fish when you sit on the shore, and there are also a steady stream of tourists. I think it is possible to make a lot of money just by opening a snack shop for tourists. These people are not satisfied?" She is not a petite lady who has never seen anything. She has worked in the Kurdish region for one or two years and has long felt the suffering of life. Compared with the Kurdish region where only underground oil is available, the natural living conditions here are indeed very good.
Buck was used to it: "As a person, he is always used to his own environment, and wants to live a better life, and has endless desires."
Gulisa shook her head: "Allah will punish this greedy person...I think they are just lazy!"
Buck tried not to laugh: "No, this is the tropical area, and the living conditions are different. You see, everyone here is so dark..."
But even Gulisa could see some clues in this parade: "These local young people are so fashionable, how poor are they?"
The people who participated in the parade were not the poorest fishermen, but were impulsive and self-righteous young people. Buck seemed to see something familiar immediately.
Always inciting these passionate young people to oppose corruption...
Can't you find a fresh excuse?
But this thing is really useful.
Chapter completed!