Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 130: Lamu (Part 1)


Jurgen could not give Lamu any promise on the spot, but he agreed to apply to his superiors, provided that Lamu can provide sufficient valuable information to prove that he is eligible for the asylum of the Third Reich.

Lamu is a person with a tenacious character, but tenacity and tenacity are two different things. He is just an ordinary person who loves to enjoy, without any lofty ideals and beliefs as spiritual support.

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

Although Lamu did not get the promise he wanted, he eventually confessed what he knew to Jurgen. This mixed-blood first told the Germans present about his life experience. This is a story that sounds quite "inspiring". The plot is complicated and ups and downs, which fascinated most of the people present.

The caste system in India has been implemented for thousands of years and has been deeply entrenched in Indian society. There are so many materials in this area, so I won’t elaborate on it in the book. I will just talk about Dalits, the so-called untouchables. 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 it was common for the conquerors to demote prisoners of war and civilians from hostile forces into slaves. The problem is that the invaders have invented a caste system to solidify the social hierarchy according to occupation and descent, which makes the blood of the ruler always above the top, and the bottom of the oppressed will never be able to turn around.

Dalit’s identity is not only dependent on blood to continue, ordinary people may also be relegated to Dalit, for example, prisoners of war and criminals captured in the war between Tuban may be relegated to untouchables by the ruler. At the same time, Dalits also have an important source, that is, the children of cross-caste marriages who violate the caste system. They are deprived of their original castes from the moment they are born and become the most humble Dalits.

The cross-caste marriage mentioned here refers to the marriage of a woman with a high caste and a man with a low caste. This is regarded as a tarnish to the noble caste. Normally, if the woman is obsessed with it, in order to maintain the honor of the high caste, she Will be expelled from the family and deprived of their names, and become untouchables with their children. As for the man, if he is lucky, he can still have a life. When he encounters a strong family, he will not be able to say his own life, and he may even be wiped out by the other party.

All this is actually a means of higher castes to defend their class status and block the ascending space of lower castes, and it is absolutely not allowed to mix the blood of higher castes within lower castes.

Lamu is the latter kind of Dalit. As mentioned earlier, his father is an Anglo-Indian mixed-race, and his mother comes from a traditional Vaisha family, so he is not a Dalit at all from his appearance. Because of the European face and pale skin, it looks more like a Kshatriya or a noble Brahman.

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

Lamu's mother was so young and ignorant that she was dazzled by love. After stealing a sum of money from the family, Lamu followed Lamu's father from the bustling Mumbai all the way to Hyderabad in the north.

But no matter how much wealth there is, the day will be exhausted. The money the girl brought out was quickly squandered by the man. On one morning, the man left the rental with only the remaining property. The apartment has never come back since.

The girl waited for three days and nights, only to find that she had been abandoned. At this time, it was too late to regret it. She was pregnant with that man's blood. At this time, the girl was penniless, and her personal survival became a problem. She gave birth to and brought up a baby with Don't mention. Reluctantly forced, 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 is a successful businessman. He had already made a marriage for the girl, but because of the girl's elopement, he and the whole family became the laughing stock of the world. The girl is unfortunate and lucky at the same time, because her parents still caring for her, and ultimately did not give up her as a shame. After all, it is her own blood and blood. The blood relationship can not be broken just by breaking it.

The girl’s parents quickly rushed to Hyderabad. The daughter who was once regarded as the jewel in the palm, has now become a pregnant woman holding her belly. The businessman could no longer contain his anger. He threw out a high bounty and even used the power of the family. The father vowed to find the **** liar, and he would personally chop off the head of the scumbag.

"How did it turn out?" Randolph asked, blinking.

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

"The scumbag, Lamu's father, did you find it?" Randolph was already captivated by the story and was filled with indignation over what happened to the girl.

"According to Lamu, he deliberately investigated afterwards. The police found the man’s floating body at a cargo terminal in Karachi. He was stabbed dozens of times before his death. He could not find any clues. The case was closed after being robbed."

"The girl's father did it?"

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

"Forget it, it's too much trouble. Anyway, just know that the **** is dead. Please continue, Major Jurgen." Randolph was very satisfied with the man's fate, and fell back and leaned comfortably. On the back of the chair.

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

The local medical conditions in India were very bad, and abortion was illegal at the time, and the fetus was five months old, even if it wanted to be aborted, it was too late. It is impossible for the merchant couple to return to Mumbai with a pregnant woman, which will make the whole family unable to raise their heads. The only choice they could make at the time was to quietly give birth to the child there.

Finally, Lamu fell to the ground in a private clinic in Hyderabad. He was abandoned by his relatives less than three days after he was born, and 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. At the same time, his maternal grandparents must have exerted considerable pressure.

The girl left a handwritten letter to the child, telling the ins and outs of the whole story and why she chose to abandon him, and finally asked Lamu to forgive her irresponsible mother.

Lamu's Dalit surname was given by his grandfather. The Dalit family who adopted him was not educated, so he never gave him another name. As a result, Lamu's surname accompanied him throughout his childhood. And when he was a teenager, he only knew that he was Lamu, a humble untouchable.

As he grows older, Lamu’s appearance is getting more and more eye-catching~IndoMTL.com~ It’s not that he is so handsome, but his westernized face and white complexion, in a dark brown complexion. Among the Dalit children, they are very different. This appearance has brought him some benefits, because the nobles on the street often give him special treatment when they give food and money. At the same time, this skin color also brought him a lot of trouble. Those dark-skinned Dalit children, often because of jealousy, would often deliberately insult and beat him. Obviously, these companions regarded him as an annoying alternative. Bats that only enter the flock of birds.

These encounters caused Lamu to hate and hate his Dalit identity. He knew he was different. He shouldn’t be a Dalit. He should sit in the dining room with shiny glass windows and enjoy a lot The servant’s diligent service, instead of squatting on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, waiting for the leftovers to be thrown out to eat.

From the age of twelve, Lamu left the Dalit family and started wandering in the streets of Hyderabad. In order to survive, he did all the lowly activities. As Jurgen said, he is smart People, whether it is theft or fraud, he learns faster than children of the same age.

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

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