Birdcall

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Oryx begins by admitting she only remembers “pictures on a wall” of her village‑to‑city journey. A man with a watch calls himself Uncle En, demanding the title or threatening severe trouble. She and other children—her brother, two older girls, and several younger ones—are sold and forced to walk single‑file through a hostile forest populated by unnamed red‑eyed, sharp‑toothed beasts. They stop for a noon meal of cold rice packed by villagers, then cross a knee‑deep river where a gunman jokes about dropping Oryx into the water for the fish to eat her. As the sun sets, four bell‑like birdcalls echo; Oryx interprets the bell tone as her mother’s spirit promising “You will come back.” The group spends the night in a livestock‑smelling shed while a gunman stands guard and men light a fire. The next day they reach a smaller, dirtier village where Uncle En’s gasoline car awaits, guarded by several men. Women and children watch from doorways without smiling; one brandishes an anti‑evil sign. The children, never having been inside a car, endure a hot, bumpy ride with locked back doors and a man in the front seat who eventually snores. During the night a child wets themselves; Oryx notes the smell but it isn’t hers. They stop at an inn‑like low building, then at an open latrine where a pig watches them while they squat. After more miles they arrive at a road gate guarded by two soldiers. Uncle En claims the children are his nieces and nephew, saying their mother died, and the soldiers, amused but skeptical, laugh and open the gate. As the car continues, Uncle En gives Oryx a tiny lemon‑shaped hard candy, which she sucks and keeps in her sticky fingers, later licking her hand for comfort. Oryx reflects on the terror of the children, their awareness that they are now a “money profit” to strangers, and argues that having a monetary value, however cruel, ensures food and less damage than love alone, which she finds unreliable. She longs for her mother’s love, symbolized by the bird‑spirit, yet accepts that a price tag at least guarantees somebody cares enough to keep them alive.