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故事是从墓地开始的,也只能从墓地开始。那是一个炎热的下午,我站在这块位于非洲大陆中部贫穷的土地上,30座坟墓环绕在我周围,我不知道从哪里看起。炽热的阳光直晒着我的头,干燥的尘土吹打在我的脸上。我想要用文字来记下自己的全部感受,捕捉到每一个视觉和情绪。可我怎么也做不到。大部分时间我只是呆呆地站在那里。
The story begins from the cemetery and begins only from the cemetery. It was a hot afternoon. I stood on this piece of poor land in the middle of the continent of Africa. Thirty graves were around me. I do not know where I looked. Hot sun shone directly on my head, dry dust blowing on my face. I want to write down all my feelings in words and catch every sight and emotion. But I can not do that either. Most of the time I just stood there staring blankly.