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I was cheated out of my money. I can only blame myself for being too kind and not having seen enough of the world to distinguish between good and bad people. I feel like I've wasted those years, and it seems impossible to turn things around now.
By the time the train arrives in Paris, I'll probably be exhausted from hunger. It looks like I'll have to rely on begging to fill my stomach first.
I fantasize about whether I will still meet someone who can change my destiny and help me through difficult times! Maybe it will happen!
I can't find anything here, and I really rely on begging to make a living. In Russia, I didn't live like this. I used to wander around and often heard all kinds of voices.
I feel that the people here are very difficult to get along with. They all have their own factions and ideological territories, and they are very exclusive of outsiders, so it's hard to strike up a conversation with them. I'm talking about some seemingly normal people who still have relatively good living conditions. Of course, there are also a bunch of people similar to me, but that's another story.
Later, I heard about a refugee camp. I heard that the government would spend money to feed them, so they wouldn't starve, and they would use their labor to work for the public. As long as they were willing to be exiled to a designated place to do hard labor, obey all the arrangements of their superiors, they would receive a little red booklet and join this group to receive food.
I think this is not a bad choice, giving myself a chance to relax.
However, this unwise choice almost cost me my life.
I went through a lot of trouble to find this place, and quickly found the person in charge here to report in. It wasn't as complicated as I had imagined. He just gave me a full body check-up, a set of uniform clothing that everyone here wears, and a bowl and chopsticks for meals. Then he asked if I had any important items that needed to be stored. I only had Old Yu with me. I have to protect him first, and when I have the ability, I will definitely take good care of him.
I was assigned to Zone B, and I heard there are also Zone A and Zone C, but I don't know the difference between them, so I just followed the arrangement.
I didn't expect everyone to be gathered in a courtyard surrounded by high walls, feeling like being in prison, but people are all free, and no one is restrained. People sleep crowded in a few empty rooms, with nothing, everyone sleeping on the floor. During rest time, you will see them all lying on the ground, just like beggars' lives.
I have tried all of these because the life of begging has always been with me since I was young, so I feel that now and before are no different. I was wrong, in fact, it's completely different. This place is simply hell on earth, I don't know if real prison life is like this.
I was bullied on my first day here.
During lunch, the steward from Area B is surnamed Li, and people call him "Minister Li." He is short and chubby, with small, squinty eyes and a smooth manner. He walks in front, followed by two attendants pushing a cart to deliver meals to everyone. Mealtime is the happiest time of the day. Everyone lines up in an orderly manner to get their food, one portion per person, with no extras available. I remember clearly that the lunch that day was not bad, with each person getting a steamed bun and a bowl of vegetables.
I think I can have a good meal at noon. "Did you see that? That guy just joined this morning!"
"Have you inquired about their background? Where did they come from?"
"Is it because of their connections? Inquire about it."
"He's a delicate and pretty boy! It doesn't matter where he's from, as long as he's here, he won't have it easy!"
"He can't possibly have any connections, otherwise how could he have entered our B district? Our B district is known for being tough, it seems this kid hasn't had any good luck!"
"There's trouble waiting for him!"
I heard someone discussing me, and I knew that they must be in cahoots. I didn't dare to look at them or provoke them. I knew that there must be self-deception among the people here, but I didn't know that once something like this happened, it would basically not be fairly handled. Even some murder cases are ignored and left unsolved, that's the terrifying part of this place.
Suddenly someone cut in line in front of me. I was about to speak up, but when I saw that so many people had noticed but didn't say anything, I thought there must be a problem here, so I didn't dare to speak up.
Soon I felt a few more people cutting in line behind me, still no one said anything. My heart was a little flustered, but I acted very calm.
After I finished cooking, I found a vacant spot to sit down and prepared to enjoy my lunch. My stomach was growling with hunger. At that moment, three people walked over and sat down in front of me, staring at me.
"New here? Where are you from? What's your name!" one of the men asked me.
"What are you guys up to? I'm just here to make a living..."
"Answer what I ask, don't say anything if I didn't ask!" The man shouted at me again.
"I'm new here, I came from Russia. My name is Zhang Xiaobei."
"The skin is delicate and the flesh is tender, and quite good-looking too!" The speaker suddenly exchanged a glance with the person next to them. The other man casually threw my steamed bun away and then cursed loudly:
"Come and have a look, everyone! This newcomer actually dared to snatch my steamed bun and even threw it away. He must have the guts of a leopard." The man was so quick that he immediately snatched my steamed bun and started eating it greedily.
"Go, pick up the steamed buns on the ground. What are you looking at? Hurry up, pick them up!"
"You're bullying me! Everyone come and speak up for justice, they're bullying me!"
Everyone was watching from the side, and no one dared to speak up. I picked up the steamed bun that had been thrown on the ground and brought it to him. He picked it up and threw it at his feet, then stomped on it hard, saying:
"I picked it up and ate it, did you hear me?!"
I was very scared at the time. I realized that they must be used to acting arrogantly like this here, and no one dared to come out and refute them. I had no choice but to pick it up. The steamed bun was already covered in dirt and debris.
"Eat up, quickly!"
"Don't move, just eat it like this, and eat up all these condiments together!"
At that time, I was indeed like a dog in front of them, letting them manipulate me, full of resentment in my heart, but not daring to speak out.
This kind of life has just begun, what awaits me next?
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