War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1520 Doctors Without Borders

"Ask him about the details of his parents' experiences and how much information he knows."

In the Time Library, Wei Ran gestured to the fat man Yashar to sit next to the table reserved for the forestry teachers, and spoke.

Hearing this, Anfisa sat next to Wei Ran and began to translate.

“My father was a GP and he was a bunny rider.

My mother was a qualified emergency nurse and experienced midwife, but she was a hottie.

You see, a bunny riding a man and sucking a hot woman, you must know how difficult it is? Of course, these are what my grandfather told me.

In fact, I know very little about them. All my memories are the various inexplicable gifts and photos sent from those war-torn and backward areas, and the meetings we had once or twice a year at most.

When Yashar said this, he once again opened the bag he was carrying, took something out of it and placed it on the table.

“This was the last thing my parents sent home.”

Yashar waited for Anfisa to finish translating before saying, "Just the day before the Beirut massacre, he asked a friend who was about to evacuate from Beirut to send it back home for him."

Only after Anfisa finished translating did Wei Ran take out his gloves and put them on again, then gently opened the tin chocolate box on the table, which was no bigger than a pack of instant noodles.

"This box was also sent home," said Yashar.

Turning his head to look at Anfisa, Wei Ran waited for her to finish translating before picking up a piece of fabric with a white background and gray stripes from the box and carefully unfolding it.

This is an Arab square scarf, and in the middle, there is a pair of wedding rings that seem to be made of platinum and a pull ring, the pull ring of a grenade.

“That’s not my parents’ wedding ring.”

Yashar added, "My parents never wore wedding rings. Their wedding rings were always kept at home. They were all Doctors Without Borders. They would not carry or use weapons."

Without saying anything in a hurry, Wei Ran looked at the thing wrapped in the scarf, which was a stack of Polaroid photos.

The first photo shows a newborn baby who seems to have just been born. His umbilical cord is still there and the stains on his body seem to have not been cleaned yet.

He subconsciously turned the photo over, and saw three strings of Arabic words "drawn" on it that he couldn't understand.

"It's the name of the child in the photo, and the names of his parents."

Yashar said promptly, "My grandfather said that was my parents' habit. Every time they successfully delivered a baby, they would take a photo of the baby as much as possible, write down the baby's name and the names of his parents, and then find an opportunity to send the photo back home for my grandfather to help preserve."

"What are your parents' names?"

After listening to Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran asked, "Also, do you know what kind of camera they use?"

"It was a Polaroid 600 camera, an orange EMS version, given to my father by an American colleague."

After Anfisa translated the two questions, Yashar immediately began to answer from the back to the front, "My father's name is Celine Yaman, and his code name is Sewing Machine. My mother's name is Julia Xia, and her code name is Cradle."

While Anfisa was translating, Wei Ran had also turned to the end of the stack of photos in his hand.

In this last photo, there is a male doctor who looks to be about 27 or 28 years old, wearing a white coat, and a female doctor of similar age, also wearing a white coat. They are standing side by side on the side of a khaki six-wheeled Pinzgauer.

On the body of the six-wheeled off-road van, there were the Red Cross logo, the staff snake logo, the Red Crescent logo, the huge "MSF" logo and the huge symbol prohibiting weapons.

Even the snake-bone antenna on the roof of the car had a dirty flag hanging on it, and the flag seemed to have a clear anti-war symbol painted on it.

In sharp contrast to so many conspicuous symbols are the bloodstains on the white coats of the two young doctors and the bright smiles on their faces.

Turning the photo over, there was also a string of letters that Wei Ran didn't recognize.

"Dear Yashar, we are trying to create peace in the midst of war."

Yashar translated the text on the back of the photo into Greek, which Anfisa could understand, and Anfisa translated it into Russian, which Wei Ran could understand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor, I may not be able to afford the investigation fee that will satisfy and impress you."

Yashar said a little awkwardly, "My grandfather raised me. I regretted it when I saw the photos hanging here. I don't want to use the two notebooks as a reward. They are already yours, given to you for free. No, I give them to you for free.

As for my parents' affairs, please name a price and I will see if I can afford the investigation fee."

“It’s not the time to talk about these things yet.”

After listening to Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran gently put down the last photo he had been holding, carefully wrapped it with a towel and put it back into the chocolate box, while saying, "This kind of investigation takes time. Compared to the more distant World War II and the Moss War, your parents' situation is more complicated."

After Anfisa finished translating, Wei Ran took the initiative to explain without waiting for the other party to ask, "There has been a war there, and the Jews who were massacred are still being massacred there. Even if there are any clues, they are probably destroyed, and it is too difficult to go there to verify it."

At this point, Wei Ran snapped his fingers and asked, "New question, are there any other colleagues of your parents who survived?"

When the question was translated, Yashar shook his head again, "All those who did not evacuate before August 1982, 8, did not survive."

"How many colleagues do your parents have in the local area? I mean colleagues in Doctors Without Borders?"

Wei Ran thought for a moment and asked again, "Is the car in the photo theirs? I see that the car seems to have a radio antenna. Do they have a way to communicate with the outside world?"

"I don't know. I don't know how many colleagues they have."

Yashar replied, "That car probably didn't belong to them. My parents are not rich. They can't even afford a motorcycle. How could they have a car like that? My grandfather and I are equally clueless about radio."

After listening to Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran tapped the table lightly and fell into deep thought. The expression on Yashar's overweight face, who was sitting opposite him, became more and more uneasy.

  After an unknown amount of time, Wei Ran seemed to have just come to his senses and said, "Mr. Yashar, why don't you stay here first? How about leaving these things with me for the time being?

I can’t give you an answer so quickly, but I will seriously consider it.”

"Okay, okay!" Yashar nodded repeatedly to show his agreement after listening to Anfisa's translation, and then took the initiative to say, "If you are willing to try, I am willing to be your chef for the next few days.

My kebab restaurant in Antalya won two Michelin stars five years ago, so I am confident in my cooking skills. To be honest, I am good at both savory and Spanish dishes. "

"Boss, I like Spanish food and I want to try it." After translating, Anfisa seamlessly expressed her opinion.

"I'm very honored to taste Mr. Yashar's cooking," Wei Ran responded as he stood up.

After agreeing on the next arrangements, Wei Ran took Anfisa and called Yashar to turn around and walk back.

Let Anfisa take Yashar to visit the kitchen, and Wei Ran found Sui Sui who had been waiting for him. The two of them walked upstairs while speaking their native language.

"Brother Xia asked you to call him."

Sui Sui said, "In addition, I took photos of the contents of the two notebooks and sent them to Sister Ram and Brother Xia. My family took it very seriously."

“I’ll contact him right away.”

Wei Ran said as he took the phone from Sui Sui and called Xia Shushi. "Are you sure it's true?" As soon as the call was connected, Xia Shushi, who had obviously been waiting, asked directly.

"How can this be false?" Wei Ran replied, "What did you say?"

"I heard from the Queen that the other party agreed to be invited to China?" Xia Shushi asked, "and also wants you to help make a movie?"

"Yes, that's right." Wei Ran, who had already arrived at the small reception room on the second floor, answered while stroking the dog's head that came up.

"Let Mr. Yashar's family help him apply for a visa. Remember to send me his identity information."

Xia Shushi gave a clear answer, "Of course, I am just relaying your message. When Mr. Yashar arrives, someone will be there to receive him."

"No problem, can I take it back?" Wei Ran asked.

“Look at yourself”

Xia Shushi added without pause, "Also, what are your plans for filming the movie?"

"Do you have an idea?"

"How about giving it to Qin Shou'er?"

Xia Shushi asked bluntly. Their friendship over the years and their common cause no longer required him to beat around the bush with Wei Ran.

"Leave it to him?"

"It's rare that his father thinks highly of him."

Xia Shushi explained frankly, "Besides, it is not appropriate for the Red Flag Forest Farm in which you hold shares to make this film. Of course, this is my idea."

"Right"

As soon as Wei Ran realized what was happening, he made a decision. "In that case, I won't go back this time. Let Mr. Yashar go to China by himself. Let the Second Emperor talk to him about the filming of the movie."

"I don't need to thank you," said Xia Shushi on the other end of the phone.

"Forget about those empty talk."

Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "You must have the contact information of lawyer Carlos. You can contact him. He might be interested in the filming and be able to help."

"I will remember to contact him." Xia Shushi said this and felt slightly relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was planning to hang up those old photos with you."

"I forgive you!" Sui Sui said generously, "So you won't go back to China?"

"I'm not going back." Wei Ran smiled, "Let Brother Xia and Second Generation take care of the household affairs, and let Second Generation take care of the movie as well."

“It doesn’t matter”

Sui Sui said nonchalantly that, not to mention that the schedule of Hongqi Forest Farm had been scheduled for a long time, she knew better than Wei Ran who would be more suitable to shoot that movie.

"I just heard from Anfia that the fat guy wants your help?" Sui Sui slumped down on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor and asked in her native language.

“That’s true.”

Wei Ran finally realized, "Anfia didn't..."

"She installed microphones in every table in the library," Sui Sui said, spreading her hands. "We can hear it clearly in the living room."

"No wonder you didn't go over to join in the fun." Wei Ran smiled and shook his head, "I want to hear your advice."

"As long as you don't go to the fence, I will support you in helping him." Sui Sui said without thinking.

"What's the reason?"

"Yashar will receive hospitality and kindness from the motherland"

Sui Sui said with certainty, "I don't want to make this sound too utilitarian, but I'm a businessman, so I'll analyze it from a businessman's perspective. You found those photos earlier, and if you can really help Yashar find his parents later, then you will be equal to justice in a sense."

"Why do you say that?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"Why else?"

Sui Sui pointed her thumb toward the library outside the window and said, "Those photos hanging in the library are the answers."

"There's no rush for this matter. Let Anfia investigate along the lines of Doctors Without Borders first."

When Wei Ran said this, he couldn't help but look at the saber hanging on the TV background wall in the living room.

What he actually wanted to do now was to wait until the cooldown of items like the Rollei twin-lens reflex camera and the anti-Japanese broadsword in the metal book was over, and then try to see if he could meet Li Sui'an again through the rusty saber.

Just as he was staring at the saber in a daze, the sound of a car horn was heard outside the window.

“It’s Jima and Maya”

As Sui Sui stood up, she said, "They happened to be in Kazan, so I invited them to come and play. This will just satisfy Yashar's wish and we can get together at the same time."

“And we just happened to have a chef from a two-Michelin-star restaurant as our guest.”

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already pulled Sui Sui to stand up, "By the way, what is the level of Michelin two stars? I have only heard of Michelin three stars."

"how could I know"

Sui Sui, who was pulled up by Wei Ran, said, "I have never been to a Michelin three-star hotel. Not to mention three stars, I have never even been to a one-star hotel. How about you? Have you been there?"

"If I had that much money, I would rather ask Sister Juan's father to prepare a table for us."

Wei Ran said this half jokingly and half seriously. He had every right to claim that he was not picky about food, but if given a choice, he would definitely prefer a whole country feast rather than a meal at some high-end restaurant with 800 Michelin stars.

"That Nine Bowls of Thirteen Flowers is really delicious," Sui Sui said, swallowing her saliva subconsciously, "That Golden Millet Wine is not bad either."

However, this small action made Wei Ran subconsciously think of another thing.

  Regardless of the story behind the saber, or the Beirut massacre that he was still unsure whether to go to, he wouldn't starve there again, would he?

"Gudu."

Wei Ran also swallowed his saliva. He couldn't help but start thinking again about what to put in the two bamboo baskets carried by the shoulder pole in the metal book.

Just as he was walking downstairs with Sui Sui and thinking about something, Yashar ran out from the kitchen on the first floor with a speed far exceeding that when he first met Wei Ran, and hugged Ji Ma who had just got off the car.

For a moment, the two people, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, who were so enthusiastically sticking together, made Wei Ran who was standing at the stairs, and everyone else in the yard, subconsciously think of hot dogs with sausages in bread.