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"Let it go, let it go."

Squeeze through the crowded passengers sitting on the taptap, patted off the palm of the backpack that stretched out to his chest in an attempt to fish in troubled waters, and got off the bus under the gaze of the locals in Shanghai.

The fortune-teller watched the taptap full of passengers drive away crookedly, and then turned to look at the surrounding environment.

"So, this is the most famous tourist attraction in Port-au-Prince?"

Scanning the nearby scene frowning, Amanda couldn't help but whisper.

According to the introduction of the tour guide Sang, they came to the only scenic spot in Port-au-Prince - the National Heroes' Memorial Hall.

However, everything at the moment, in Amanda's eyes, is not even as majestic as the buildings in any park in Washington.

"It should be here."

Following the direction Amanda said, he glanced at the buildings that looked like small pools in front of him, and the expression on Joey's face was also a little speechless.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Sang's deliberate emphasis, the National Heroes' Memorial Hall is the only open museum under the sea and it is very valuable to visit.

After a hastily strolling around the scenic spot, after coming out of the National Heroes Memorial Hall, the fortune-teller shook his head at Amanda.

Just as it looks from the outside, the items displayed inside the memorial are extremely perfunctory.

After all, from a historical point of view, Haiti's founding time was extremely short, and its internal political situation was extremely chaotic.

The title of hero is even a joke in Haiti. After all, the hero considered by the previous government became a dictator who killed the people after being overthrown. In Haiti's short history of more than two hundred years, the only impressive What is more profound is the tyranny of the Duvalier family.

Leaving near the scenic spot where the National Heroes' Memorial Hall is located, Joey continued to walk around, Amanda followed behind him, watching the fortune-teller's move.

In this way, the two quickly came to a nearby slum.

From this section of the road, the flat concrete floor under the two people's feet turned into yellow soil, and the buildings on both sides became potholes from the previous complete appearance, and even some collapsed houses could be seen from time to time, some Local children in Haiti play naked on top of collapsed rubble.

This playful behavior is very dangerous in Amanda's eyes. If she is not careful, she will be cut by the surrounding rubble and broken glass in the collapsed house.

However, in the eyes of the locals in Haiti, it is commonplace.

It is still extremely difficult for them to even maintain their daily livelihoods, and there is no energy to manage where their children play.

They walked silently for a few minutes, and then a crowd gathered in a corner caught Joey's attention and made him stop.

Behind, noticing the fortune-teller's behavior, Amanda looked in the direction and also saw the local Haitian women who gathered in the corner to carry buckets.

Seeing this scene, the two looked at each other silently, and walked towards the corner.

Noticing someone was coming, the Haitian women in the corner cast curious glances at both the fortuneteller and Amanda.

Such white faces are still extremely rare in Haiti, and in their gaze, Joey and Amanda have also seen the reason why these people are surrounded.

In the corner sits the same Haitian woman. In front of her is a basin of yellow round cakes stacked on top of each other. These local Haitian women seem to have come to buy these round cakes.

Seeing someone coming over, the woman selling in the corner enthusiastically grabbed two yellow round cakes from the basin and handed them to them, speaking in incomprehensible Creole, as if Is to persuade them to borrow the past.

In the face of the woman's enthusiastic move, Joy and Amanda looked at each other, and their eyes swept across these Haitian women who were holding this kind of round cake in their hands, and some even had only half of them left, it seemed This kind of tasting is a very common thing.

In response, the fortune-teller reached out and took the round cake handed by the woman and distributed another to Amanda beside him.

Taking the things from Joey, Amanda looked down at this small round cookie. From the outside, it didn't seem to have any special features, it was not much different from ordinary biscuits. In her hands, Amanda quickly sensed the unusualness of the round cake.

It was heavier than expected, and the surface of the round cake was lightly rubbed with the utensil, and a fine layer of dust fell from the surface of the round cake.

Looking at the dust on her fingers, Amanda looked up at the Haitian women around her who were nibbling on round cakes, and a sense of absurdity emerged in her heart.

Under this inexplicable emotion, Amanda picked up the round cake in her hand and tried it carefully. The next second, a jerky feeling filled Amanda's mouth with a strong sense of sand. She couldn't help but open her mouth. He opened his mouth and spat out the dirt in his mouth.

Seeing Amanda's unwell reaction, the surrounding Haitian women burst into laughter. This is the kind laughter of locals seeing that outsiders are not used to the food.

However, there was no embarrassment or shame in Amanda's heart.

She just silently looked at the round cake in her hand with an unusually heavy expression.

"This is soil."

Turning her head to look at the fortune-teller beside her, Amanda said in a difficult tone.

That's right, the two of them looked like dough-like round cakes, and the main ingredient was the soil that could be seen everywhere.

And these Haitian women came together and bought these cakes.

Thinking of this, Amanda couldn't help thinking of the breakfast the team had in Port-au-Prince in the morning. At that time, they didn't have much feeling about rice mixed with olive oil. Now, it seems that eating olive oil rice is considered to be in Haiti. It's a symbol of a good life~www.readwn.com~ Because, the poorer people in the slums may not be able to eat even the most tasteless olive oil rice.

This is an extremely poor country, and its poverty is beyond Amanda's imagination.

She never knew that in this world, in this day and age, there are still people who rely on soil to feed their hunger.

Especially living in a country like the United States, where waste is the biggest economic driver, this strong contrast has a particularly strong impact on Amanda's heart.

After hearing Amanda explain the round cake in his hand, Joey put it away silently and didn't try to sit and taste it again.

While the two were talking, many Haitian women had already left with a bucket full of cakes.

Looking at these backs carrying buckets away, Amanda's heart felt inexplicably heavy.

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