Hemisphere Circus

  We held a yellow paper map at the entrance of the park. Although the venue is not large in scale, it is available in all languages. Needless to say German and English, Chinese, Korean, and Japanese are also presented together, quietly waiting for tourists from the corresponding countries. I don’t know who the last Asian tourist was. Is he still in the small town now? If he is not there, where is he in the world now?
  Holding the Chinese map in my hand, I did not continue to think about this issue, but carefully observed the distribution of animals in the park. The emission design of the venue is very careful. In addition to the separate aquarium, crawling hall, and tropical jungle hall that can be visited by boat, animals are arranged in branch halls on all continents of the world according to their origin. In the Asia Pavilion, you can see Javan rhinos, gibbons, giant pandas and snow leopards. In the Africa Pavilion, buffaloes, elephants, lions, and antelopes are common in all zoos. There are sloths and anteaters in South America, and there is a kangaroo and anteater in Oceania. A koala.
  We roamed in the forest built on the basis of the world, first we took a boat to cross the river to watch the scenery of the simulated tropical rain forest. The automated hull follows the fixed route set by the program, and it starts to travel endlessly again. The simulated rainforest is very beautiful. The huge broad-leaved aquatic plants cover all the traces of cables and artificial existence. From time to time, the sound of summer insects and waterfowls are heard on both sides of the river. Moving shadows create the illusion of being in the tropics. Had it not been for the huge sky dome covered by a transparent glass snare above our heads, maybe we would really think of ourselves as explorers going up the river in the depths of the dense forest. Had it not been for the old man to share her story with us when we talked to the zoo, we might really treat this trip as a surprise outing before returning home, the last play, and the last happy hour.
  The old man told us that she used to search and locate various large animals in this zoo during the war. In the last few years before the end of the war, Soviet and Anglo-French allied artillery destroyed the roofs of almost all bungalows in the town. Naturally, the zoo was not spared. The aquarium was overturned by the heat wave. Seals and penguins lingered on the scorched earth, like The fish in the rut. The entire Asian Bird House was lit, and the flocks of birds fled the forest, shed hot wings among the shadows of the cedar trees. The most severely damaged area was the Asian, African, and Latino Raptor Zone. Lions, rhinos, and elephants all lost their homes, stepped on their companions’ corpses, stepped across the discharge gate, and occupied the streets outside the zoo. These ethnic groups from foreign countries traveled across several continents, drifted across countless ocean currents, and were finally kept in captivity in an iron cage that was hard to protect by themselves. Now the iron cage is destroyed by a larger scale of violence, and they are fleeing in the wreckage of the civilized world. There is no way to go before, and there is no way to return. In this situation, it is difficult not to make the old people feel sad at the time, think of personal life experience, and give rise to some caring feelings. However, the defenders at the time asked her to track down every missing animal, and after finding them, they would be treated securely.
  At that time Paris had been liberated, and the US-Soviet armies joined forces on the Elbe, gathered all their troops, and the whole army marched eastward, ready to conquer Berlin in one go. Most of the German troops went north to the capital to return to aid. The defenders left in old towns and cities were small in scale and only played a symbolic defensive role. The leader of the local garrison in Worms sent his subordinates to find the old man and told her that the army was unable to mobilize all soldiers to place the beasts out of the cage. Only four subordinates were sent to follow her to find them. After finding them, he needed to culled immediately to avoid the beasts out of the cage and bring them to the humans in the town. More damage.
  The four lower-level soldiers were fully armed and formed a grand phalanx. They found rhinos at the mouth of the Rhine and zebras under the walls of Berliner Street. When they turned from the town hall to the Holy Trinity Church, sergeants came to report. On Luther Street and Andrei Avenue, some people saw lions and tarsier . Animals were shot on the spot, and the concrete floor scorched by the shells was stained with hot blood, zebras fell, rhinos fell, dying lions and tigers fell, countless wailing and roars, forming countless strands of stickiness. The fishy pool of blood is connected by the rush of blood from Berliner Street and Church Street on Rhine Street, and there is nowhere to be a sea of ​​blood under her feet.
  The corpses were pushed onto the cart and transported to the designated resettlement site for processing. The resettlement site was designated in the festival hall in the city center. Every weekend and festival days before the war, large-scale singing and dancing would be staged in the hall. The orchestra men played Beethoven and Wagner all day long in suits and bows. There are no more performances now, and they deal with corpses on stage.
  The sergeants carried the rhino to the stage. Four or five men surrounded the long table and took out its internal organs and intestines empty-handed, and threw them into the plastic bucket along with the liver, stomach, and gallbladder of other animals. When the old man stood in the audience and looked at these people from a distance, many of their movements and gestures under the gorgeous curtain were extremely smooth and natural, as if they were not dealing with corpses, but attending dances and feasts. . Of course, accidents happen from time to time, breaking her bizarre hallucinations caused by stage light. Many gastrointestinal tracts cannot be removed, blood vessel adhesions are forcibly destroyed, and a large amount of blood spews on the tabletop and falls on the stage. Whenever they stepped on rubber shoes to change positions, someone would slip and fall from time to time because of blood accumulation. The slippery cursed and quickly called her to clear the stage. She quickly found a broom and a mop between the divided areas of antler and monkey eyes. The mop slid on the stage over and over again, washing away the color of the blood. Many blood particles rushed and gathered under the damp cloth, and then shed again. Scattered, turned into countless strange symbols on the old floor of the stage, with inscriptions inlaid between the slats. She lifted the mop and wiped it again, and in an instant the liquid dropped down low, like a wind curling cloud, hidden on the edge of the gap separating the slats and slats.
  The floor of the year has been preserved to the present, and the traces of blood can not be removed by washing it many times. As if for fear that we would not believe it, the old man took out his photo album and showed it to us. We stared blankly at the dimly colored shapes in the photo, and our eyes didn’t change for a long time, until we were walking in the street leading to the zoo, I still felt blood on the road where I was walking forward.
  During the conversation, the old man did not master so much English for conversation, answering and presentation. Most of the details about the handling of the corpse in the story were later told by Ellie in the email. The mail was lying in the trash for many days, and it was crushed down by other advertisements for products with English headlines, which claimed to be free of charge worldwide, and clicked on. At that time, I had already returned to China, entered a higher education, divided into arts and sciences, took the college entrance examination, went to the university in the north to study, and went to the rammed earth city of the yellow tile, red wall and Tianyuan area. The middle school and the original island. Many years have passed since I first arrived in Germany at that time.
Six, hemisphere

  After returning to China, I often send messages and emails with my friends, according to the standard format of English letters, with top grids and blank lines, and then say hello, just like when I was a child, there was Li Hua who could not finish talking with foreigners in English composition.
  In every letter I would ask her, did you find the dog? Where is Leo? My question persists, and it has stuck to my daily gossip after years: it is raining in Shanghai again today, I miss the German summer sunshine, and I miss you very much. By the way, did Leo find it?
  When I press the send button, I often think of egg fried rice, supermarket warehouses, hot railroad tracks under the summer sun, and the creaking sound of the floor of the old gypsy house. Every time I recall the details, the impression becomes thinner, many The pictures become like dreams. Perhaps some people have considered this situation earlier. After returning to the country, every student who participated in the exchange program received an insurance invoice and a souvenir book with photos in the new semester. The souvenir book is sorted by time and records our overseas experience in detail. For every group activity, visit the Mercedes-Benz factory in September, and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with friends from China and abroad in October. All students who participated in the exchange program between Christmas and Lunar New Year also crossed the Nibelungen Bridge and went to Magdeburg.