妈妈喊:“快跑,美兰!”美兰开始跑,冲出后门,拐入狭窄偏僻的巷道,钻进一个破败的橡胶和棕榈混杂的种植园,一个荒废的粪水池跃入她的眼帘,她把自己当成一块石头扔进去。美兰跑,1998年5月14日的下午,她像风一样卷出家门,马不停蹄,一直跑到2011年。美兰跑,从印度尼西亚的棉兰出发,跑到澳大利亚的悉尼也没停下脚步。下一站在哪儿?2011年3月的一个下午,美兰把胳膊递给我:“是不是有粪便的臭味?” Mama shouted: “Run, Meilan!” Meilan started running out of the back door, turning into a narrow, remote alleyway, into a run-down rubber-and-palm mixed plantation, a deserted dung pool leaping into her She saw herself as a stone. Meilan ran, the afternoon of May 14, 1998, she was curled off the door like a wind, non-stop until 2011. Meilan ran from Medan, Indonesia, went to Sydney, Australia did not stop. Where is the next stop? One afternoon in March 2011, Meilan handed me her arm: “Is not there a stink of stool?”