September, Garo City in the south-central part of the East Country.
It was light at four in the morning, and the blue-gray mist with a hint of light pink enveloped the dilapidated and dead city.
On the top floor of a four-story building in the city center, the windows were closed and covered with newspapers. The room was dimly lit, with a table, a chair and a bed on the bare cement walls and floor.
A small electric fan was whirring at the head of the bed. Suddenly, the electricity stopped with a hissing sound, and the fan blades lost their power. It spun slower and slower, swaying around for a few circles before finally stopping.
The power is out again.
After just a few minutes, Song Lisa woke up on the bed, touched her neck, and saw a thin layer of sweat.
It's almost mid-September and the weather is still hot.
These days, the temperature in Jialuo City has always been above 35 degrees, and the perceived temperature is over 40. Song Lisa has been stationed there for a month, and when she first arrived, the temperature was nearly 50 degrees every day, which was terrible.
More than a month ago, the war in the East Country worsened, and countless civilian casualties occurred. War correspondents, charity organizations, volunteers, Doctors Without Borders, and UN peacekeeping forces from various countries entered the country.
Liangcheng TV also sent reporters over. Several male colleagues went to the front line, and Song Lisa stayed in Jialuo, where the UN peacekeeping force was stationed, to report on the situation of the local Dongguo military and civilians and the peacekeeping force.
She spent most of her time recording for her country's military in the Chinese garrison, and occasionally went out with other teams. Today, there happened to be another special operation, and she had to go with a team of foreign soldiers to carry out a rescue mission.
She set the alarm for 4:30, and there was still a quarter of an hour left. Song Lisa opened the window to get some fresh air and saw that Jialuo City was gray and desolate. She leaned against the window and felt the morning breeze for a while, as if listening to the city's breathing.
After a while, the alarm clock rang. She packed herself up, went out, and ran into Sasin, a local reporter from the East Country, in the old corridor.
"Good morning!" he greeted in English.
"Good morning!" Song Lisa said, "The power is out, did you know?"
"I know. There will be more power outages in the future, just get used to it."
"So it seems that the situation is not favorable to the government forces?"
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