Reborn American Giants

Cleto stood on the edge of a square paved with small cobblestones. He struggled to squeeze through the crowds around him, carried his son to a concrete pillar of a street lamp, and then tightly grabbed his son's two arms.

Legs, he also stood on tiptoes, watching the festival parade on the street.

This is a traditional show in El Salvador. Whenever Christmas comes, a costumed parade will start from Independence Square. It was built in 1821 by a descendant of the Spanish colonists who stayed in El Salvador to commemorate

Starting from the Plaza de la Independiente of El Salvador, we go all the way through the cobbled streets of Victory Street and through the intersection of Haydn Street and Cordis Street.

Turning onto Cordis Street, which is dotted with national government departments, you will also pass by the famous "Grand Tile Monument Square" and Victory Square, and then the noisy parade will pass through the National Congress Palace, the National Library, the Juan Lindo Presidential Memorial Hall, and finally

Arrive at the Independence Palace. Normal celebrations will last for three days. During these three days, more than 300,000 people will participate in this grand parade throughout San Salvador.

In the past, when the festival parade passed through the Independence Palace, successive presidents of El Salvador might walk onto the small garden balcony on the second floor of the Independence Palace, and then stand in front of the protruding white marble railing to greet the enthusiastic celebrating people.

Give a speech to summarize the country's development over the past year, and then look forward to the bright future.

In short, it's a lot of nonsense, but the people won't care about this. They will only cheer enthusiastically because they can see the president who is rarely seen in daily life. At this time, who cares about the man standing on the balcony?

What on earth did people say? At this time, they would only cheer loudly, then throw their hats, coats, and everything in their hands into the sky, and then roar loudly, whether it was

Get to know each other and embrace each other warmly.

However, this scene has disappeared in El Salvador since 1931, when Maximiano Hernandez Martinez conspired to overthrow the government of Arturo Araujo of the Salvadoran Workers’ Party and implement a military dictatorship.

When people spontaneously form a procession for festival celebrations, the roads will always be lined with soldiers holding rifles with shining bayonets. They look at the people marching with vigilant eyes, especially the president's official residence.

The area near the Independence Palace was even more heavily guarded. Two companies of soldiers placed a large number of refuse bags at the entrance of the Independence Palace.

Horses and roadblocks, and even several sandbag bunkers were piled up. The soldiers held their weapons tightly and hid behind the solid defense line, watching nervously as the festival parade, numbering around 100,000 people, walked from the Independence Palace.

Through and over. They will represent the president, the top leader of El Salvador, firmly protected in the Independence Palace.

"Instead of calling this parade a festival, it is better to call it a parade of prisoners." This was a report published in the newspaper by Paul Devali, the editor-in-chief of Pravda at the time. As soon as this report was published, it was well-received throughout San Salvador.

With the approval of the public, the government's approach is like destroying a pot of water that is already very

A large basin of white water was added to the bland soup, making it even more tasteless. And Paul's report, which was published without being reviewed by the newspaper's auditors, made his final fate really just like his own.

The same as the "prisoner parade" in the novel. He was thrown into Barrios Prison and became a "political prisoner."

However, today's Christmas parade is very different from the previous military dictatorship. The people standing on both sides of the street are no longer soldiers from the army, but policemen holding batons to maintain public order. Although the nature of the "revolutionary military government" now in power is the same as in the past.

Like those military dictatorships in the past, President Jose, who is in charge of the military government, has slowly begun to carry out democratic reforms, and has achieved good results. Parliamentary organizations at all levels have been established one after another. There will also be a presidential election next year.

, the people themselves elect the country’s top leader.

This approach prevents the people from feeling like prisoners being escorted. Although their lives have not changed much, they are still in poverty and are running around all day trying to find a job to support their families. But for the first time, they

Once upon a time, there was an "illusion" of being able to dominate this country.

"Dad, look at that... look at that car," the 10-year-old son yelled, pointing at a parade float decorated with "Yucca," the national flower of El Salvador.

Clayto quickly grabbed the jumping feet of Little Cimiro with both hands, fearing that he would fall off the lamppost. He followed the direction of Little Cimiro's fingers and looked over. Just now a team was wearing El Salvador's traditional white national costumes.

, a parade of people with white, green and red masks painted on their faces and blue or purple top hats just passed by. At the climax of the parade, more than ten vehicles in costumes

The colorful float parade is slowly approaching.

A beautiful woman wearing a blue dress with high slits, revealing a pair of slender legs, stood on the roof of the car. She wore a flower crown on her head and a blue and white ribbon on her chest, representing the colors of the El Salvador flag.

She couldn't stop blowing kisses to the cheering people around her. It was Clementina Juarez, the winner of the 23rd Miss El Salvador beauty pageant, known as the "National Goddess".

The beauty in the car made the people watching on both sides of the road even more excited. They raised their hands high and clapped their palms hard to give the warmest applause to the goddess in their hearts, regardless of whether the goddess saw them or not.

No matter whether I am just a fleeting shadow in the eyes of the goddess, at this moment,

Hormones have dominated their brains, mixed with the deafening noises around them, causing everyone to produce a collective action, which is to cheer at the top of their lungs. It seems that through these roars, they can forget that they are here.

After the celebration, he still has to be busy running around to provide three meals a day for his family.

The police tried their best to pull up the human wall to prevent the excited crowd from rushing into the avenue and causing accidents. Cleto looked at the policemen whose faces turned red, who were being pushed by the people like fallen leaves in the wind, and whose bodies were swaying.

Thinking that I was once a part of it, I once wore this uniform that made people feel proud and proud, and swore an oath to fight against evil and restore a peaceful and peaceful living environment to the people.

But now, he is just a suspended police officer who is suspected of being a "dirty police officer". Clayto thinks that he is completely innocent, and the investigation can always clear his name. But there has been no news for so many days, and the local prosecutor's office

Maybe it's because there are too many suspects that the prosecutors can't take care of this small matter of their own? Or maybe it's because of something else. In short, Cleto is still waiting bitterly.

He has received the news of Director Band's death, which makes Cleto even more desperate. Now he can be sure that this sudden storm was planned and implemented by the congressman in the Fandino slum. Otherwise, why would anyone else

Everyone is fine, but only Bender, the police chief who had dealt with him, committed suicide?

All these reasonable doubts can only become doubts, and as time goes by, they are slowly submerged in the thick data room of the District Attorney's Office, and then covered with thick dust. Cleto is limited to

He was unable to speak due to his current identity, which made him even more distressed.

But looking at little Cimiro who was lying on the lamppost in front of him and yelling, Cleto's inner depression was somewhat relieved.

Damn it, let Bender go to hell. He just wants to live a good life with his only relative in this hell-like world, his son Cimiro.

But, can all this go as he wishes?