305, Those children I photographed in Angola, Africa 2
In Africa, because of the photograph of black people, colleagues have warned me more than once: "You are about to be beaten", I think this is not praising me, but they are envious of my crazy behavior.
Beaten? I really haven't been beaten once, but I was chased by a black child and his mother, that is, the kind of big black fat woman who chased and talked for half a day, saying something quickly in her mouth, and the onlookers also pointed out, well, it seems... It was a rebuke to me for patting other people's children.
In fact, I also know that in their subconscious, they will suck away people's blood and souls like vampires. After being photographed by strangers, you will not live for a few days and die. However, with my self-taught Chinese Portuguese, which only jumps in a few sentences and is enough to sell (eat), it is difficult to explain to them that this idea also existed in China in the past, but it turns out that taking pictures does not kill people.
I think this kind of thinking is probably the slave owners in the past to deceive them in order to save film and not take pictures of them, after all, in the past, film was expensive. Now digital things take pictures without money, there is no need to cheat.
In fact, I also took pictures of the little black people from the beginning after obtaining the consent of the children and adults, but as time went on, my courage slowly grew, and I saw a small child go up and take pictures, alas, this kind of behavior is not to say in Angola, in the world it will also beat people half to death.
Picture 1: A black child who goes with his mother to pick tapioca leaves
When working in the Angolan border city of Sojo, it is common to see adults bringing their children to work in the fields, some planting cassava, some picking cassava leaves to eat at home or selling for money (I have eaten, more throaty than poplar leaves), and some people who come to pick mangoes under the trees. More people come to the ground with water and cornmeal and a pot, and after getting some food in the field at noon, they go home at about three o'clock in the afternoon.
They prefer those painted buckets, which are strong and durable, and the white buckets in Figure 1 are of this category, and they also like to use things with Chinese characters, such as handbags, clothes, or whatever.
The child in picture one followed his parents to pick tapioca leaves in the field, and I first praised the little girl's mother for the beauty of the child (this is a tactic, if you don't boast about it, taking pictures will make people killed), and then ask if you can take a photo, after getting permission, I took this picture of picture one.
The child in the photo hides the tapioca leaf behind her and stands there slightly stiff, maybe she is thinking that this person is not the right color, why is it not black?
Figure 2: A child sitting on the shore playing
Because of my work relationship, I often go to the black village, the situation in the black village is basically the same, it is the old, weak, sick and pregnant in the village at home, it is rare to see young and middle-aged men in the village, that is, there are individuals in the village who look like lazy people, yes, it is the kind of lazy "street slippers" who walk around in the street.
When passing by the small river on the side of the road, it is common to see black people with their children fetching water or washing clothes, and when the parents wash their clothes, the children sit on the shore and play. Once I saw this little girl in figure two, I praised the beauty according to the (mother one Du bu mud du), and then I used my mobile phone to take a photo of him, and the result was that the child cried after taking the picture, I guess I was too close, right? Or is it the child who cries when he looks at me a little bit like a nice guy? Press it again, and you'll take another picture of three.
Figure 3: The child who was scared and crying by me
Parents of children who are still washing clothes hear crying and come over to hold the child, pick up the child and say something softly, I feel that people must be saying that this person is different from my color, it's okay, it's not a big bad wolf, right?
Picture 3: Watching my children in the shade
On both sides of the road, you can often see children running and playing, and when they see us coming, they stand there curiously to watch, and many times I take a picture with my mobile phone.
The three black children in the third picture stood there with their backs to watch me, and after taking the shooting, they quickly left, and when they returned to the camp and looked at the photos, they found that the black people really could not shoot backlight.
Picture 4: Children on their way to school
At about nine o'clock in the morning, it was common to see children walking on the way to school, they were all dressed in white, and I took a closer look, and the boys' clothes were buttoned in the front and the girls were buttoned on the back.
Picture 5: Watching two children at a roadside stall playing chess
Figure 5 is two children watching the stalls are playing chess in their free time, I have learned for a while, but this kind of chess I did not learn in the end, it is estimated that I am older and lazy to learn it.
The two children's family looks good, at least one top to wear. The few blue-and-white bags in the back contain charcoal, something for cooking.
That's it, let's write here. Too busy, writing and putting themselves feel incoherent.
If it was a long time ago, then the old eyes and white hair are the present. Although they did not look down on all external objects, they still had a gentle two-and-two halves, mediocre and calmly lived this life. Come on, bro. Fox Fairy2022.4.28