Why it never ends

Chapter 549 Sasha
"Do you like it?" Anna asked suddenly.

Tasia shook her head, "...It's too frivolous. If you insist on taking such a nasty picture of a good flower, a good tree, I can't understand the pleasure of some men anyway..."

"The photographer is a woman."

"Women...?" Tasia's eyes widened briefly, "Why do women take pictures of this kind of thing—"

"Because she lives in a place where women are taboo." Anna whispered, "When she was four years old, her great-grandmother hosted Gerry herself."

"Women also have Gerry?" Tasia was even more surprised: "But women don't have... that thing at all, why should they—"

"In order to save Xing's pleasure, to ensure that she is chaste before marriage, she will also belong to her husband after marriage."

"But... how to do this," Tasia was really puzzled, "They can't turn her secret passage out—"

"What's the matter with Guan Yindao?" Anna looked at her blankly, "Or do you really think that your birth canal is your week?"

Tasia looked back at the cover of the photo album with some shyness. She was not used to this topic, and even though Anna's tone was not even the slightest bit teasing, it still made her feel very uncomfortable.

"There are many kinds of Gerry in District [-] for women. Using iron plates to cut off a woman's voice, and then suturing it with thorns, it is a trivial matter to lose Paradise forever. What is more terrible is blood loss and continuous infection... Most women have to endure it for life The pain of the wound."

Hearing this, Tasia shivered involuntarily.

Anna looked at her: "You haven't experienced such inhuman torture, have you?"

Tasia shook her head—of course not, she had never even heard of such a thing.

"Then you're in luck," Anna continued flipping through the books. "Sex itself is always discussed as a right, but few people realize that enjoying it is actually a power."

Tasia fell silent, understanding the meaning of this sentence.

After a while, she pointed to the title and author's name on the cover, and asked in a low voice, "...Which district is this text from?"

"The Sixth District, but the photographer grew up in the Ninth District." Anna replied, "The photographer's name is Sasha Kerian."

"...my father must have liked her work," Tasia whispered, "he used to hang them in his studio."

"Except for the group of her contemporaries, many men in later generations are very fond of Sasha's works." Anna's tone was not without sarcasm. The era she belongs to, of course the more curious part of this may be the cause of Sasha's death - because these pictures were taken, she was stoned at the age of 42."

"...Her family is very conservative?"

"Yes, very conservative," Anna whispered, "where Sasha lives, women are not allowed to show their faces, but stay at home like cattle until marriage takes them to another gate.

"In all places outside the home—schools, courts, hospitals, churches...not a single woman or female figure is to be seen, even stone statues contain only male animals and successive male kings, bishops, generals...everything that is holy , as long as you get in touch with a woman, you immediately become filthy."

"The photo book you see, "Us", contains all her works between the ages of 19 and 21. She left her homeland because of the war at the age of 19. Then, on the way to escape, Sasha met A seriously ill war correspondent.

"The two hit it off right away. Sasha took care of her daily life, and she taught Sasha how to use a camera, and soon discovered Sasha's photography talent. Before dying, the reporter took his camera and a bag of unopened All the papers were given to her, and in exchange, Sasha needed to find a way to help the reporter send the photos taken in the past few months back to the sixth district.

"The reporter's name is Eliza Titan. Since then, the title page of each of Sasha's photobooks will be printed with the words 'Dedicated to Eliza Titan'."

Tasia opened the title page, and sure enough, there was a line of bronzing handwriting printed on the black hard cardboard.

"Sasha's lens is full of silhouettes of women...they are everywhere," Anna said softly, "Sasha is best at capturing decisive moments. In those years, she took a lot of close-ups of the lives of women in the sixth district , many of which are very interesting."

"...Are you talking about filming real people?" Tasia asked.

"Yes, a close-up of the character."

Tasia quickly flipped through the photography collection again. However, every page in this book is a still life, not to mention close-ups of people, and there are not even a few photos where people can be seen.

"...But why can't I see any of them here?"

"Then you have to ask the editors of this set of books." Anna said softly, "This is a commemorative series released on the 20th anniversary of Sasha's murder. Photographers collectively select Sasha's 'most valuable' work from different periods... how can a woman who has been dead for 20 years influence their opinion?"

Tasia frowned.

"Since she left her homeland, she spent the rest of her life running around trying to abolish Gerry. For this reason, she traveled to and from the Ninth District many times," Anna said softly, "and the last fatal trip was made by her brother Tricked me to go home to visit my mother... Ha, I found it."

The photo album in Anna's hand stopped on a profile picture of a woman.

Tasia also looked at this photo, "You are here tonight for..."

"That's right, I came here just for it." Anna smiled slightly, "I heard that Robeau Grillet specially selected Sasha's photo album when decorating here...and I'm planning to change my bed these two days. Decorative painting of the head."

"Decorative paintings?"

Before Tasia understood the meaning of Anna's words, she saw her take out a paper cutter from her pocket, and quickly and neatly cut off the special paper about [-] centimeters square, and put it in a In a bigger file folder——the quickness of his movements and the naturalness of his demeanor made Tasia dumbfounded.

Then, Anna drove the wheelchair to the help bell not far away. After pressing the blue button, a burst of electronic noise came from the microphone on the side.

"Hello, this is the duty room on the second deck. May I help you?"

"My mission is over." Anna whispered, "Come and pick me up."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

As soon as the call was hung up, Tasia was a little surprised. She hurriedly dragged her injured leg to Anna's side, "Are you going back to the cabin on the fifth floor?"

"Yes," Anna replied softly, "but I'm afraid you can't go with me."

(End of this chapter)