1997年的夏天,一位年近60岁的黑人妇女,带着随从,急匆匆地走在一条由利比里亚通往几内亚的路上。前面不远处有个村落,有四五户人家。这里有两户她永远不能忘记的家庭。一个家庭的孩子曾经是她的贴身护卫,而另一个家庭的孩子则曾经暗杀过她。那还是13年前的事。那一天,当她带着随从靠近这个村落的时候,她的贴身护卫维撒高兴地在前面带路。小伙子告诉她,他的家乡到了,他的父母一定会盛情款待他们。她那时不满50岁,身体结实。一听这话,黧黑的脸上绽放出笑容。她抬眼看见前面的村落,虽然整个国家动荡不安,可这个村落依然是一幅和平景象,房屋整 In the summer of 1997, a black woman, almost 60 years old, with her entourage, hurriedly walked along a route from Liberia to Guinea. Not far in front of a village, there are four or five families. There are two families she can never forget. A family child used to be her personal guard while another family kid had assassinated her. That’s still 13 years ago. On that day, as she approached the village with her entourage, her personal guard, Vaisha, was pleased to lead the way. The young man told her that his hometown had come and that his parents would treat them kindly. She was under 50 when she was strong. Listen to these words, the black face bloom a smile. She looked up to see the front of the village, although the turmoil throughout the country, but this village is still a peaceful scene, the whole house