北纬28度41分东经64度24分这里没有鲜花,没有喷泉,没有豪华的酒店,也没有喧闹的商业街,只有刚刚升起的一轮红日挂在天边。盛夏的太阳仿佛火炉一般,一群畸形的儿童恹恹地挤在倒塌的断壁前,在等待难民署的救助。旁边临时搭建的帐篷中满是痛苦呻吟的病人。疾病、瘟疫、骚乱像恶魔一般袭击着已浮肿的人们。他们想逃,他们想离开,他们想避开这拥挤和混乱,但他们已没有了 28 degrees north latitude, 41 minutes east longitude 64 degrees 24 minutes There is no flowers, no fountain, no luxury hotel, no noisy commercial street, only the red day just risen hanging in the sky. The midsummer sun was like a stove, and a group of malformed children huddled in front of collapsed walls and waited for UNHCR’s assistance. The temporary tent next to it was full of painful patients. Diseases, plagues, and riots are like demon attacks on swollen people. They want to escape. They want to leave. They want to avoid this congestion and chaos, but they are gone.