Chapter 51 The Pain of Love (5)
The human trafficker Moros set off for Hwaseong.
While sitting on the plane from St. Pumpburg to Hwaseong, he was still thinking about Angelica in his heart.
He felt that not being able to stay with Angelica was his punishment!
Because, in this short life, I have done so many bad things and destroyed so many families...
If, in the past, being a thief and stealing other people's money for survival was excusable, then, when you grow up and do things like stealing other people's children, it is a bit unscrupulous!
"But isn't it too much of a luxury to talk about conscience and right and wrong with someone like me who has trouble surviving?" Moros thought.
The white clouds outside the window rolled and flew under the wings.
Many white clouds form a vast sea...
He drank his drink and stared at the scenery outside the window, letting his thoughts drift away.
"When a person is alive, the first thing he needs to do is to survive. If a person cannot even solve the problem of survival, then he will take risks and do anything that can help him out of the predicament, including doing bad things that are completely unscrupulous." He relieved himself.
What is survival?
According to Moros's understanding:
Survival means being able to eat three meals a day.
He didn't have high expectations for his meals. Just coffee, eggs, bread, milk, and a few tasty dishes would do. For example, sausages, cabbage, onions, tomatoes...
Survival means being able to sleep in a spacious, comfortable bed every night. Air conditioning isn't essential in the summer, as summer in Saint-Pumpburg isn't too hot. However, heating is essential in the winter.
He once stayed in a dark room without heating...
It was December 1st of a certain year, and the streets of Saint Pumpburg were already covered with thick snow. The biting cold wind, the bleak north wind, scraped at the soft face like a knife...
Because it was cold and there were few people outside, he and the other two children failed to complete the theft task assigned by their adoptive father. The hungry Moros and his two companions were scolded by their adoptive father and locked in a dark room.
It didn't matter that the room was dark. After all, there were three of them in the dark room.
However, the continued cold weather made the three children unable to bear the cold.
At first, they ran back and forth in the room to keep warm...
However, as they ran, they no longer had the energy to continue. They were starving and exhausted, so the three companions lay down on the cold concrete floor...
Because of the cold, the three shivering people hugged each other tightly, using their bodies to keep each other warm. Gradually, they were frozen to the point of losing consciousness...
In the middle of the night, when his adoptive father ordered the others to carry the three of them out of the dark room, Moros was only breathing his last. The other two companions, because of their weak constitutions, were frozen to death. When their bodies were carried out, their frail bodies were already frozen stiff...
To survive is to have clothes to wear that do not wear out.
Moros had always worn the leftover clothes of children much older than him. These clothes were dirty, tattered, and often emitted a strong stench, a lingering odor from not having been washed for a long time. When he walked down the street in these dirty clothes, everyone who saw him would cover their noses and quickly walk away in disgust.
Therefore, based on Moros's limited life experience, a person, no matter what his living conditions are, as long as he has three meals a day, a warm house to sleep in, and good clothes to wear, his survival problems are basically solved.
He achieved this goal after he became a human trafficker.
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