Chapter 33 thirty two gilbert

Perhaps Elwood was right.Stay in Jamaica, stay and fight until you see the results you want to see.He begged me.My childhood friend, what does he see now on that Caribbean island?He sat on the front porch, watching the Jamaican sun set and the sky sparkle with purple, orange, and blue.Sucking on the soursop, the juice sticks to the chin, and the fat pulp is between the teeth.As the cicadas chirped, he raised his legs to the foot rest and sighed.Under the gradually cooling heat, Xiang Wan swung his hand down, picked up a glass of honey ginger juice made by his mother, and called his friend Aubrey to join him.So the two sat there talking and laughing after a long day, resting on the front porch.We chatted and drank, and soon the laughter embellished the sweet Jamaican night sky.

And you know what joke they say?Said Gilbert.Joseph.I am the source of their joy.See me walking on the streets of London, the rain hit me like steel nails.My head was bent low, and my hands wrapped myself so that I would not die of cold.I have nowhere to go but to leave that nasty room and the woman who married me in, and let myself sail across the sea again to the glory of my fatherland's indignation and humiliation.But it wasn't just me who made them giggle.All of us ex-RAF have an unrivaled knowledge of Britain and we used to look at the boys at home and say we knew what to expect from our homeland.We told them: The lion's mouth may be open, but we have counted the teeth in it.But come on, let's face it, we veterans are only now starting to feel the bite.

Take Eugene.The gentle and polite man was busy with his own business, when an old woman tripped and fell in front of him on the side of the road.He hurried to her side and held out his hand for her to hold.He said softly: I'll help you stand up, are you hurt?The good old English woman took one look at him and screamed.She yelled so loudly that even the police came to see her.Eugene was taken away.What about the charges?Attack the old woman.Before the old woman clarified the truth, Eugene was anxious and skinny in the police cell. Curtis, a devout Christian, was too dark to worship in the local church, so someone asked him not to return to the church.The blow left him speechless.

Louis now believes that dead laowai is a noun.Because of those three words Meng Buke, he had only heard those words spoken in succession. And Hortens.She is still cocky.But how long does it take for her jaw to drop in frustration?She had only just disembarked, and England had not deceived her yet.But it's not too late either.All our poor West Indian dreamers, who crossed the sea with their heads held high and ignorant, are now a joke to my clever, cheerful cousin. Walking through the streets of London, Regret puts his hand around my throat.My desire was smoldering and suffocating.I heard someone yelling behind me.I ignore it.It was a scream of astonishment, and what colored person in England would look up at that sound?But the voice came again, this time speaking: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.It was the sound of a woman's footsteps tumbling down the sidewalk.I stopped, turned around slowly, and saw a very small woman walking towards me.Out of breath, she smiled and looked up at my face.He was not young, about forty or fifty years old, and it was difficult to judge under the dim street lights.But her smile is very sincere.She said: I think, you dropped this.It is a black glove.I'm not sure if it was mine, but intoxicated by the gesture, I took it from her.

I wanted to say thank you to her, but couldn't.I tried again, but could only thank you silently with the shape of my mouth. She asked me: Are you okay? I have a tear on my face.I feel the wet, itchy path of tears sliding down my chin.I wipe away the tears. She looked at me and put her hand on my arm.are you OK?You look a little cold.It's cold tonight. right.Where she touched it melted with the soft, warm touch. She rummaged through her pockets and pulled out a small bag.Come, eat one.The bag is full of sugar.She pushed the bag over to me.You're welcome.I put my hand into the pouch, and there was a big sticky lump inside.She pulled the bag away again.Oh, it's all stuck together.sorry.Then she started playing with the bag, tapping and poking with her fingers.It's lozenges, and they stick together every time.sorry.But throat lozenges will warm you up.She handed me the bag again.I took one.If you want, take another one and eat it later.

No need, just one.I told her. good.I am going home.She puts her hand in the bag and pops the candy into her mouth.Candy swelled in her cheeks.Just stay at home tonight.She said she had difficulty speaking with something in her mouth.She touched my arm again and said: Be happy, it might not happen.After speaking, he kicked and stepped on the road. How long have I stared at the candy in my hand?I was really an idiot, and I took the handkerchief out of my pocket and wrapped it up.I don't have the heart to eat precious sugar because it's a kind of redemption for me not because of the sugar in it, but the kindness in it.The sweets I accept have human tenderness.I began to long to feel the kindness of people.I have five feelings for the gentle heart.We kids are in this ungrateful place.When you find kindness, keep it.A simple gesture, a kind word, a touch, a sticky candy undoubtedly saved me, as if the English lady pulled me up from drowning in the sea.

I took two fish and chips back to my room for Holtens and myself.There she was, still sitting on the bed.Even after all this time, her face was still furrowed.Look, Miss Dirtyfoot, I have fish and chips for two.She only turned to my direction with her big eyes, and her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest.I took two from the plates that were neatly stored in the cupboard.Unpack and place the fish and chips on a plate.I told her: Do you know what the British are like?Of course she won't answer, but I don't expect her to.They eat this stuff straight from the newspaper.No plates.Use nothing.I knew that this gentlemanly woman would never be able to keep her composure when she heard such savagery.She stared at me in disbelief in shock.Yes, eat directly with newspaper!So, Miss Dirtyfoot, lesson number one, here are the chips.I pass her the fries with a fork.She took it from my hand and greedily put it in her mouth.Then came the second lesson.You have to listen carefully.I leaned over to her and whispered the secret.She looked at me with big eyes like a hypnotized gossip.I told her: Everything the British do is not necessarily good.