Battle of the Third Reich

Jurgen could not promise Lamu on the spot, but he agreed that he would apply to his superiors, provided that Lamu could provide enough valuable information to prove that he was eligible for asylum by the Third Reich.

Lamu is a stubborn character, but stubbornness and toughness are two different things. He is just an ordinary person who loves to enjoy. He has no lofty ideals and beliefs as spiritual support.

The moment he spoke, he lost the reason and determination to continue his stubborn resistance. The Germans have proved that they have **** in their hands. In the face of this irresistible demon, compromise and cooperation are his wisest choices.

Although Lamu did not get the promise he wanted, he eventually gave Jurgen the information he knew. This mixed-race child first told his life experience to the Germans present. This is a story that sounds quite "inspiring". The plot is complicated and ups and downs, which makes most of the people present listen to it.

The caste system in India has been in place for thousands of years, and it has been deeply ingrained in Indian society. The information in this area is everywhere, and it is not specifically detailed in the book. Here I will only talk about Dalit, the so-called untouchable. Most of these people are the original inhabitants of the Indian Peninsula and the real masters of the South Asian subcontinent.

The Aryan invaders occupied this fertile land, and the conquerors reduced the prisoners of war and civilians of the hostile forces to slaves, which was very common at the time. The problem is that the invaders invented a caste system, which solidified the social hierarchy according to occupation and lineage, which made the blood of the ruler always high, and the bottom-layer oppressed people could never turn over.

Dalit's identity is not only dependent on the blood line to continue. Ordinary people may also be reduced to Dalit. For example, prisoners of war and criminals captured in the interstate wars may be reduced to untouchables by the ruler. At the same time, Dalit also has an important source, that is, children of cross-caste marriages who violate the caste system. From the moment they were born, they were deprived of the original caste and became the most humble Dalit.

The cross-caste marriage mentioned here refers to the marriage between a high-caste woman and a low-caste man. This is regarded as a tarnishment of the noble caste. Normally, if the woman is obsessed, she will be driven out in order to maintain the honor of the high caste. Go out of the family and deprive your name, and become untouchables with your children. As for the man, if he has good luck, he can still have a life. If he meets the strong family power of the woman, he can't save his life and may even be destroyed by the other party.

All this is actually a means for the higher castes to defend their class status and block the rising space of the lower castes. It is absolutely not allowed to mix the blood of the high castes within the lower castes.

Lamu is the latter kind of Dalit. As mentioned before, his father is an Anglo-Indian hybrid, and his mother is from a traditional Vaisha family, so from his appearance, he is not a Dalit at all, but because of Europeanization His face and pale skin look more like a Kshatriya or a noble brahmin.

His father deceived his mother by this disguise. He even relied on rhetoric to let the girl elope with him. The man's real purpose was actually very dark. He just wanted to cheat a sum of money from this girl.

Lamu’s mother was ignorant because of her youth, and was blinded by love. After stealing a sum of money from her family, she followed Lamu’s father from the bustling Mumbai to Hyderabad in the north.

But no matter how much wealth is used up, the money brought out by the girl is quickly squandered by the man. On a certain morning, the man left the rented apartment with the remaining property. Never returned since.

The girl waited hard for three days and three nights, only to find that she had been abandoned, and it was too late to regret it at this time. She was already pregnant with the blood of the man. At this time, the girl was penniless and her personal survival became a problem. She gave birth and brought a baby. Being forced to help, she contacted her parents in Mumbai through the local police station and asked for help from the family who had been betrayed and abandoned by her.

The girl's father was a successful businessman. He had already made a marriage for the girl. As a result of the girl's elopement, he and the entire family became the laughing stock of the world. The girl is unfortunate, but also lucky, because her parents still love her, and eventually gave up on her without treating her as a disgrace. In the end, it is her own blood and blood.

The girl's parents quickly arrived in Hyderabad, who was once regarded as the daughter of the pearl on the palm. At this time, she had become a pregnant woman holding her belly. The businessman was unable to restrain his anger. He threw a high bounty and even used the power of the family. The father vowed to find the **** liar. He wanted to hack off the scumbag's head.

"How is the result?" Randolph asked with a wink.

"What did you say?" Jurgen put his hands down and read half of the report.

"That scum, Lamu's father, did he find it?" Randolph was already attracted by the story and was filled with indignation at the girl's experience.

"According to Lamu, he deliberately investigated afterwards. At that time, the police found the man’s floating body at a cargo terminal in Karachi. Before his death, he was cut with dozens of knives. And the case is closed."

"Did the girl's father do it?"

"I don't know, if you need it, I can let the Indian side find a way to get the file." Jurgen replied respectfully.

"Forget it, too much trouble, anyway, just know that the **** died, please continue to talk, Major Jurgen." Randolph was very satisfied with the man's end, leaned back, and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair. on.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel, next." Jurgen picked up the report again.

The local medical conditions in India are terrible, and abortion was illegal at the time, and the fetus has been five months old, even if it is trying to kill it. It is impossible for the merchant couple to bring a pregnant woman back to Mumbai, which will make the whole family look down. The only option they could make at that time was to quietly give birth to the child.

Eventually, Lamu fell to the ground in a private clinic in Hyderabad. As soon as he was born less than three days later, he was abandoned by his relatives. Lamu was handed over to a local Dalit family to raise. I don't know what his mother thought at the time, but for this high-caste woman, this is obviously a helpless but correct decision, and his grandparents must have exerted a lot of pressure.

The girl left a handwritten letter to the child, which tells the story of the whole story, why he chose to abandon him, and finally asked Lamu to forgive her irresponsible mother.

The Dalit surname of Lamu was raised by his maternal grandfather. The Dalit family who adopted him was not educated, so he never gave him another name. As a result, the surname of Lamu accompanied him throughout his childhood and childhood. He only knew that his name was Lamu, and he was a humble pariah.

As he grew older, Lamu's appearance became more and more eye-catching. It wasn't that he was so handsome, but his westernized face and pale skin tone. Among the dark-brown Dalit children, It looks special. This look has brought him some benefits, because the nobles on the street often give him special treatment when giving food and money. At the same time, this skin color also caused him a lot of trouble. Those dark-skinned Dalit children often often deliberately bullied and beat him because of jealousy. Obviously these companions regarded him as a nasty alternative. Bats that only mix into the flock of birds.

These encounters caused Lamu to hate and hate Dalit’s identity very much. He knew he was different. He should not be a Dalit. He should sit in those restaurants with shiny glass windows and enjoy the dedication of many servants. Serve instead of crouching on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, waiting for some leftovers to be thrown into the stomach.

From the age of twelve, Lamu left the Dalit family and started wandering in the streets of Hyderabad. In order to survive, he had done all the cheap work. As Jurgen said, he is a smart person, no matter Whether it was theft or fraud, he learned faster than children his age.

If this continues, Lamu will become a professional criminal sooner or later, and maybe even become a Dalit gangster or something. But just when he was fifteen years old, his life changed and he met a well-meaning British railway engineer, Mr. Jerry A. Henderson.

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