Jurgen could not make any promises to Lamu on the spot, but he agreed to apply to his superiors, provided that Lamu could provide sufficient information to prove that he was qualified to asylum in the Third Reich.

Lamu is a person with a strong personality, but tenacity and strength are two different things. He is just an ordinary person who loves to enjoy and has no noble ideals and beliefs as spiritual support.

The moment he spoke, he lost the reason and determination to continue to resist. The Germans have proved that they have hell in their hands. Faced with such irresistible demons, compromise and cooperation are his wisest choices.

Although Lamu did not get the promise he wanted, he eventually confessed to Jurgen the information he knew. The mixed-race man first told the Germans present about his life experience. This is a very "inspiring" story. The plot is tortuous and complex, ups and downs, which fascinated most of the people present.

India's caste system has been implemented for thousands of years and has been deeply rooted in Indian society. Information on this area is everywhere, so the book will not specifically describe it in detail. Here we will only talk about Dalit, the so-called untouchable ones. Speaking of which, most of these people are primitive residents of the Indian Peninsula and the real masters of the South Asian subcontinent.

The Aryan invaders occupied this rich land, and the conquerors demoted prisoners of war and civilians of hostile forces to slaves, which was very common at the time. The problem was that the invaders invented a caste system and solidified the social ranks according to their profession and bloodline, which made the ruler's bloodline always high, and the oppressed at the bottom would never be able to turn over.

Dalit's identity is not only continued by bloodlines. Ordinary people may also be demoted to Dalits. For example, prisoners of war and criminals captured in the war between Turkish countries may be demoted to untouchables by the rulers. At the same time, Dalit also has an important source, which is the intercaste marriage children who violated the caste system. They were deprived of their original caste from the moment they were born and became the most humble and lowly Dalits.

The intercaste marriage mentioned here refers to the marriage between a woman of a high caste and a man of a low caste. This is regarded as a defilement of the noble caste. Usually, if the woman is obsessed with it, in order to maintain the honor of the high caste, she will be kicked out of the family and deprived of her name, and become a pariah with her children. As for the man, if he is lucky, he can still save his life. When he meets a woman's family with a strong family, he will not be able to protect his life, and may even be destroyed by the other party.

All of this is actually a means by which higher castes defend their class status and block the rise space of low castes. They will definitely not allow the blood of higher castes to be mixed into the lower castes.

Lamu is the Dalit of the latter. As mentioned earlier, his father was an English-Indian mixed race and his mother came from a traditional Vaishya family, so he could not tell that he was a Dalit at all. Instead, because of his European face and white skin, he looked more like a Kshatriya or a more noble Brahmin.

It was his father who used this disguise to trick his mother into. He even relied on sweet words to make the girl elope with him. The real purpose of this man was actually very dark. He just wanted to cheat some money from this girl.

Lamu's mother was young and ignorant, and was blinded by love. After stealing a sum of money from her family, she followed Lamu's father from the bustling Mumbai to Hyderabad in the north.

But no matter how much wealth is, it will always be exhausted. The money the girl brought out was soon squandered by the man. One morning, the man left the rented apartment with his remaining property and never came back since then.

The girl waited for three days and three nights before she realized that she had been abandoned. No matter how much she regretted it, it was too late. She was pregnant with the blood of that man. At this time, the girl was penniless and her personal survival became a problem. She gave birth to and raised a baby. She was forced to contact her parents far away in Mumbai through the local police station and asked for help from her family who had been betrayed and abandoned by her.

The girl's father was a successful businessman. He had already decided on a marriage for the girl, but because of the girl's elopement, he and the entire family became the laughing stock of the world. The girl was unfortunate and lucky because her parents still cared for her, and in the end she did not regard her as a shame. It was her own blood and blood. Blood and family affection could not be broken by just saying that it could be broken.

The girl's parents soon arrived in Hyderabad, the daughter who was once regarded as the pearl in her hand, had turned into a pregnant woman holding her belly. The businessman could no longer suppress his anger. He threw out a high bounty and even used the power of the family. The father vowed to find the damn liar, and he wanted to chop off the scum's head with his own hands.

"How was the result?" Randolph asked with his eyes blinking.

"What did you say?" Jurgen put down his hand and read half of the report.

"Have you found that scum, Lamu's father?" Randolph was attracted by the story and was indignant about the girl's experience.

"According to Ramu, he investigated afterwards, the police found the man's floating corpse at a freight dock in Karachi. Before his death, he was chopped dozens of times. Because he could not find any clues, he finally closed the case because he was robbed and killed."

"Is it the girl's father who did it?"

"I don't know, if you need it, I can ask India to find a way to get the case file." Jurgen replied respectfully.

"Forget it, it's too troublesome. Anyway, I just need to know that this bastard will die. Please continue to talk, Major Jurgen." Randolph was very satisfied with the man's fate, and fell backwards and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel, next" Jurgen picked up the report again.

The medical conditions in India were very bad, and abortion was illegal at that time, and the fetus was five months old, so it was too late to even if it was aborted. The merchant couple could not bring a pregnant woman back to Mumbai, which would make the entire family unable to raise their heads. The only option they could make at that time was to give birth to the child quietly in the local area.

In the end, Lamu was born in a private clinic in Hyderabad. He was abandoned by his relatives less than three days after he was born. Lamu was handed over to a local Dalit family to raise. Now he didn't know what his mother thought at the time, but for this high caste woman, it was obviously a helpless but correct decision, and his grandparents must have put a lot of pressure on them.

The girl left a handwritten letter to the child, which tells the whole story and why she chose to abandon him, and finally asked Lamu to forgive her, an irresponsible mother.

The Dalit surname of Lamu was given by his grandfather. The Dalit family that adopted him was not educated, so he never gave him another name. As a result, the Dalit surname of Lamu accompanied him throughout his childhood and youth. He only knew that his name was Lamu and he was a humble untouchable.

As he grew older, Lamu's appearance became more and more eye-catching. It was not that he was so handsome, but that his westernized face and white skin looked particularly unique among the dark-brown Dalit children. This appearance brought him some benefits, because the nobles on the street often treated him with special preferential treatment when they gave him food and money. At the same time, this skin color also brought him a lot of trouble. Those dark-skinned Dalit children often deliberately bullied and beat him because of jealousy. Obviously, these companions regarded him as an annoying alternative, a bat that was mixed into the flock of birds.

These encounters led to Lamu's disgust and hatred of his Dalit identity. He knew that he was different and that he should not be a Dalit. He should sit in the restaurants with shiny glass windows and enjoy the attentive service of many servants, rather than squatting on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, waiting to throw away some leftovers to fill his stomach.

From the age of twelve, Lamu left the Dalit family and began to wander the streets of Hyderabad. He had done all the lowly things to survive. As Ergen said, he was a smart man, and he learned faster than children of his age, whether it was stealing or scam.

If this continues, Lamu will sooner or later become a professional criminal, and may even become a Dalit underworld boss or something. But when he was fifteen years old, his life changed and he met a kind British railway engineer, Mr. Jerry A. Henderson.

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