"Do you like it?" Anna suddenly asked.
Tasia shook her head, "...It's too frivolous. Beautiful flowers and trees must be photographed so obscenely. I can't understand the fun of some men..."
"The photographer is a woman."
"Women...?" Tasia opened her eyes briefly, "Why would women take pictures of such things-"
"Because she lives in a place where women are taboo." Anna whispered. "When she was four years old, her great-grandmother personally hosted the Gerry for her."
"Women also have Gerry?" Tasia was even more surprised: "But women don't have...that thing at all, why should-"
"To save the star from pleasure and ensure that she remains chaste before marriage and will belong to her husband after marriage."
"But... how to do this," Tasia felt really puzzled, "They can't reveal her hidden ways -"
"What's wrong with Guan Yindao?" Anna looked at her expressionlessly, "Or do you really think that your birth canal is your vagina?"
Tasia looked back at the cover of the photo album with some embarrassment. She was not used to this topic, and even though Anna's tone did not mean the slightest bit of ridicule, it still made her feel very uncomfortable.
"There are many ways to target women in the Ninth District. Using iron pieces to cut off a woman's genitals and then sewing them up with thorns. Losing paradise forever is a trivial matter. What's more terrible is blood loss and continuous infection... most women have to endure it for life. The pain of the wound.”
Hearing this, Tasia shivered involuntarily.
Anna looked at her: "You have never experienced such inhuman torture, have you?"
Tasia shook her head - of course not, she had never heard of such a thing.
"Then you're lucky," Anna continued flipping through the books, "Sex itself is always discussed as a right, but few realize that enjoying it is actually a right."
Tasia fell silent, understanding the meaning of this sentence.
After a while, she pointed to the title and author's name on the cover and asked in a low voice: "...Which area of text is this?"
"District 6, but the photographer grew up in District 9." Anna answered, "The photographer's name is Sasha Klian."
"...My father must have been very fond of her works," Tasia whispered. "He used to hang them in his studio."
"Except for her contemporaries, many men in later generations like Sasha's works very much." Anna's tone was sarcastic. "They think the scenery under Sasha's lens has a unique charm and praise her transcendent aesthetic. Of course, the more curious part of this may be the cause of Sasha's death - she died of stoning at the age of forty-two because of taking these photos."
"...Her family is very conservative?"
"Yes, very conservative," Anna whispered, "where Sasha lives, women cannot be seen in public and can only stay at home like animals until marriage takes them to another door.
"In all places outside the home - schools, courts, hospitals, churches... there is not a single image of a woman or woman. Even the stone sculptures only have male animals and male kings, bishops, generals of the past... all holy things , as long as he has contact with a woman, he will immediately become filthy."
"The photo album you see, "We", contains all her works between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one. When she was nineteen, she left her homeland because of the war. Then, on the way to escape , Sasha met a seriously ill war reporter.
"The two hit it off. Sasha took care of her daily life, and she taught Sasha how to use a camera, and soon discovered Sasha's talent for photography. Before he died, the reporter gave his camera and a bag of unopened All the papers were given to her, and in exchange, Sasha needed to find a way to help the reporter send the photos taken in the past few months back to District 6.
"The reporter's name is Eliza Titan. From then on, the title page of every photo album by Sasha will have the words 'Dedicated to Eliza Titan' printed on the title page."
Tasia opened the title page, and sure enough, there was a line of gilded handwriting printed on the black cardboard.
"There are silhouettes of women everywhere under Sasha's lens... They are everywhere," Anna said softly. "What Sasha is best at is capturing decisive moments. In those years, she took a lot of close-ups of the lives of women in District 6. , many of which are very interesting.”
"...You mean filming real people?" Tasia asked.
"Yes, close-ups of characters."
Tasia quickly flipped through the photo album again. However, every page in this book was a still life. Not to mention close-ups of people, there were only a few pictures where people could be seen.
"...But why can't I see one here?"
"Then you have to ask the editors of this series of books." Anna said softly, "This is a commemorative series released on the 20th anniversary of Sasha's murder. They invited sixteen prestigious people at the time Male photographers jointly selected the 'most valuable' works taken by Sasha at different times... How can a woman who has been dead for twenty years influence their opinions?"
Tasia frowned.
"Ever since she left her homeland, she spent the rest of her life traveling around to abolish Gerry. To this end, she traveled to and from the Ninth District many times," Anna said softly, "and the last fatal trip was caused by her brother. I lied to go home to visit my mother...ha, I found it."
The photo album in Anna's hand stopped on a picture of a woman's profile.
Tasia also looked at the photo, "You are here tonight specifically for..."
"Yes, I came here specifically for it." Anna smiled slightly, "I heard that Robbeglier specially selected Sasha's photography album when decorating this place... and I was thinking of changing my bed these two days. Head decoration."
"Decorative paintings?"
Before Tasia understood the meaning of Anna's words, she saw her take out a paper knife from her pocket, quickly and neatly cut out the piece of special paper about thirty centimeters square, and put it into a In the larger folder - his movements were so fast and his expression was so natural, Tasia was dumbfounded.
Then, Anna drove the wheelchair to the help bell not far away. After pressing the blue button, an electronic noise came from the microphone on the side.
"Hello, this is the duty room on the second deck. How can I help you?"
"My mission is over." Anna whispered, "Come pick me up."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
As soon as the call was hung up, Tasia was pleasantly surprised. She quickly dragged her injured leg and foot to Anna's side, "Do you want to go back to the cabin on the fifth floor?"
"Yes," Anna replied softly, "but I'm afraid you can't come with me."
(End of chapter)
