《飞向黎明》，这是一部古巴勇士写的精彩故事书，作者用赌生命的方式告诉世人，哪怕深处泥沼幽冥，只要心向黎明与阳光，并为之不惜付出任何代价，也要发誓逃出泥潭与深渊。哪怕逃出去后，也从来不忘受苦受难的家人与孩子，他竟然不顾全世界的反对，也要再次重返幽冥，同饿鬼和阎王殊死搏斗，并救出来亲人与孩子，这样的英雄史诗也就只能发生在古巴这个神奇的国度了。评论区有个网友说了一句狠下心的话，他说：“古巴人不论在全世界的那个角落，都能活出精彩与美好，但是唯独在古巴国内过不好！”
此时此刻，我要静一静，我想想应该从哪里开始讲这个故事，反正故事发生在另一个大陆，不会涉及敏感和危险因素，还是很好讲的。
那就用倒叙的方式讲吧，1992年11月19日周末，某个傍晚时分，巴拉德罗海滩上，三三两两的人们无精打采地走在金色的沙滩上，夕阳西下，残阳如血。一位约莫30岁的妈妈，带着两个孩子偷偷摸摸，是不是抬头望着头顶上空，似乎在期待着什么，身边的两个男孩，一个小孩子五六岁，另外一个约莫10岁，正焦急地询问着妈妈什么。妈妈也是满脸担忧，但是，她仍然很温柔的打消儿子们的担心，她说道：
“别担心，你们老爸既然答应过我，就一定会来接我们回家的，他竟然说今晚就来接我们，我们就只需要耐心等着就好了，你们就在这附近玩，别跑远了，一会我们好搭乘飞机跑路，小男子汉们，快去玩一会吧，也许这就是你们待在故乡的最后一天了，再也回不来了咯！”
“我不想离开，妈妈，我会想念小伙伴们的。”小儿子低声说道。
“琼斯，你是不是傻了，留下来只会和凯文一样，无声无息地被现实，你不知道，你们班凯文现在死得骨头渣都被人吃了吗？”大儿子嘲笑弟弟说道。
夕阳无限好，只是近黄昏，将军百战死，战士十年归。曾经是古巴英雄和战斗飞行员的佩雷斯，此刻正在一架破旧的老飞机上，三十年的老旧破飞机，硬是被他装满油，试图从弗罗里达海岸飞回古巴的巴拉德罗海滩，要一个来回，这实际上很勉强，保不准随时掉落概念，让自己率先葬送鱼腹，又或者让他们四人一起掉下大海。
可是，如果要他选择，他宁可选择四人一起掉下大海，而不是自己摔死后，妻子儿子在古巴担心受怕，最后被人欺负而死。是的，佩雷斯的许多同事和朋友，都被秘密收押，最后死得不明不白，他既然不想死，那就一定要逃离这个魔窟，一定要逃离这个大牢笼。他又想起来18岁时读过的长篇小说《1984》，英国人奥维尔又岂能写尽毒菜制度下的百分之一呢？奥维尔写不出来啊！
佩雷斯想着想着，飞机突然卡卡乱想起来，吓了他一跳，他赶紧集中注意力，可不能还没到古巴海岸，就交代在这20米高的海浪之间了。他决定关闭所有雷达和摄像系统，果不然，声音没有了，他长嘘一口气，一发现安全后，佩雷斯又不争气想起了小说的情节，为了缓解紧张情绪，他竟然不自觉用英语背起来小说的情节故事：
突然，整个街道陷入一阵骚乱。有警告的叫喊声，从各个方向传来。人们就像兔子一样，迅速窜进门房里。一个年轻的女人，从温斯顿跟前的一个门孔内跳出来，抓起水坑玩耍的一个小孩子，用围裙把孩子一围拉走，并且，再次跳回门洞里，整套动作行云流水。几乎同时，一个身穿黑色六角风琴套装的男人，出现在一边的小箱子里，他奔向温斯顿，一边兴奋地手指着天空。
Suddenly the whole street was in commotion. There were yells of warning from all sides. People were shooting into the doorways like rabbits. A young woman leapt out of a doorway a little ahead of Winston, grabbed up a tiny child playing in a puddle, whipped her apron round it, and leapt back again, all in one movement. At the same instant a man in a concertina-like black suit, who had emerged from a side alley, ran towards Winston, pointing excitedly to the sky.
“蒸汽弹！”他呼喊道，“当心了，总督！头顶有炸弹！迅速趴倒！”
“Steamer!” he yelled. “Look out, guv’nor! Bang over’ead! Lay down quick!”
“蒸汽弹！”是个绰号，基于某个原因，无产阶级用于形容火箭炸弹。温斯顿迅速把自己脸贴到地面。当工人农民给你这个警告的时候，几乎总是对的。当火箭到来时，他们几乎拥有某种本能的直觉，让你提前几秒得到了消息，尽管据说火箭都是超音速飞行。温斯顿把前臂抱在头上。有一阵咆哮声好像要掀翻人行道。一阵闪光在他后背劈里啪啦响。当温斯顿站起来时，他发现，离他最近的窗户，玻璃碎了一地。他几乎被碎玻璃覆盖。
“Steamer” was a nickname which, for some reason, the proles applied to rocket bombs. Winston promptly flung himself on his face. The proles were nearly always right when they gave you a warning of this kind. They seemed to possess some kind of instinct which told them several seconds in advance when a rocket was coming, although the rockets supposedly travelled faster than sound. Winston clasped his forearms above his head. There was a roar that seemed to make the pavement heave. a shower of light objects pattered on to his back. When he stood up he found that he was covered with fragments of glass from the nearest window.
温斯顿继续走。炸弹击跨了街上200米范围内的一排房子。天空中黑色烟雾滚滚。浓烟之下，一片灰泥沙土中，群众已经排列在废墟四周。温斯顿前头的人行道上，有一小堆瓦砾沙土。并且，沙土中央，温斯顿看到一条鲜红的印记。当他走进印记，温斯顿看到，原来它是一个人的断臂残肢。除了血淋淋的部分，手臂其他部分惨白，活脱脱像个石膏模具。
He walked on. The bomb had demolished a group of houses 200 metres up the street. A black plume of smoke hung in the sky, and below it a cloud of plaster dust in which a crowd was already forming around the ruins. There was a little pile of plaster lying on the pavement ahead of him, and in the middle of it he could see a bright red streak. When he got up to it he saw that it was a human hand severed at the wrist. Apart from the bloody stump, the hand was so completely whitened as to resemble a plaster cast.
温斯顿把它踢进了臭水沟，然而，为了避开人群，他转向右边一侧街道。在三四分钟内，他才走出这片炸弹影响的区域，并且，街道上卑劣的乌合之众们，一切如常，好像什么事也没发生。这几乎花了20个小时，而且，工人农民常去的茶水店（这就是他们所谓的“茶水铺”）销售一空，一水难求，就好像顾客被“卡脖子”。从他们污垢的破门略窥一二，不停地开关，时不时一阵尿骚味传出来，混杂着锯木屑和酸啤酒味。这三人正紧紧站在一起，在房子前沿延伸出的一个角落，笔挺地排成一列。他们中间那位正手举着一张折叠的报纸，其余两人则越过肩头，端详着这张报纸。甚至是在他附近跟前，也足够看清他们面部表情。温斯顿能够看到他们仨身体每根线条的同质化作用。很显然，他们正读到某些严肃的新闻。当他们其中两人突然爆发激烈的争吵时，温斯顿挪了几步，远离这三人团。这一刻，他们好像几乎成为急风骤雨的正中央。
He kicked the thing into the gutter, and then, to avoid the crowd, turned down a side-street to the right. Within three or four minutes he was out of the area which the bomb had affected, and the sordid swarming life of the streets was going on as though nothing had happened. It was nearly twenty hours, and the drinking-shops which the proles frequented (“pubs”, they called them) were choked with customers. From their grimy swing doors, endlessly opening and shutting, there came forth a smell of urine, sawdust, and sour beer. In an angle formed by a projecting house-front three men were standing very close together, the middle one of them holding a folded-up newspaper which the other two were studying over his shoulder. Even before he was near enough to make out the expression on their faces, Winston could see absorption in every line of their bodies. It was obviously some serious piece of news that they were reading. He was a few paces away from them when suddenly the group broke up and two of the men were in violent altercation. For a moment they seemed almost on the point of blows.
“你就不能悲伤一点听我说吗？我告诉你，没有号码是以七结束，已赢得持续14个月！”
“Can’t you bleeding well listen to what I say? I tell you no number ending in seven ain’t won for over fourteen months!”
“对，它是这样，然后呢！”
“Yes, it ’as, then!”
“不然，它不这样！回家我简直陷入绝境，他们中许多人，两年来都写在一张纸上。我就像是一台闹铃，准点有规律记录下他们。并且，我告诉你，没有号码是以七结尾的。”
“No, it ’as not! Back ’ome I got the ’ole lot of ’em for over two years wrote down on a piece of paper. I takes ’em down reg’lar as the clock. An’ I tell you, no number ending in seven--”
“对，数字7已经获胜。我能够很接近真相地告诉你这个悲伤数字。4，嗯，7——本月的第二个星期。”
“Yes, a seven ’as won! I could pretty near tell you the bleeding number. Four oh seven, it ended in. It were in February -- second week in February.”
佩雷斯在美国弗罗里达生活的两年时间，除了考小型飞机驾照外，他的空闲时间就一直在重读再读长篇小说《一九八四》的英文版，自己的英文不太好，为了提高英文水平，他几乎能够把一九八四的细节故事倒背如流，毕竟自己讲了三十年的西班牙语，经过两年的阅读英文小说，自己英语水平明显提高。佩雷斯突然不得不佩服自己的毒菜国家起来了，要是没有压迫和恐吓等诸多手段的加持，他又如何哪怕生还在如此自由安全的环境，仍然惶惶不可终日呢？甚至于隐隐有点怀念被洗脑和控制的日子，毕竟如今的美帝生活太懒散了，简直不是人待的地方，为何缓和一下自己紧张的神经，佩雷斯就不得不隔几天读上一段一段英文的1984小说故事。
非如此，佩雷斯不能疗愈那些“毒瘾”啊，他精神中竟然有种“变态般”的怀念古巴日子，正所谓好日子过久了，总是怀念苦日子，忆苦思甜不外如是，这次不顾一切也要偷偷飞回古巴去送死，最大的一个满足，那就是又能让他一次体验后那种“朝不保夕”的痛并快乐的感觉，他太怀念那种“受虐狂”的日子了，反正，过了此次，他再也和古巴无关，从此一心一意当古巴裔美国佬，一心一意打工还债。
是的，佩雷斯为了此次购买这架三十年的破飞机，它不仅花光了所有积蓄，还借了一屁股债，毕竟哪怕就是二手机，那可也是要值20万美金，这些钱尽管古巴同胞说是赠送给他的，但是，他那里好意思心安理得拿啊！佩雷斯保证，救完人后，他一定加班加点挣钱也要把钱还回去的。同胞说：“不必不必了，我们送给你的，你一定要把人安全就回来，我们就心满意足了。”同胞越是这么说，他越是心里不是滋味，他越是发誓也要还债。
佩雷斯想着想着，古巴金黄色的海滩，遥遥在望，他立刻又开始紧张起来，要是那个墨西哥人没带到消息怎么办！要是妻子和儿子被官方阻拦不让过周末怎么办？要是妻子没有及时赶到海边等他怎么办？正所谓“近乡情更怯，不敢望海滩”。
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2026.4.25～4.26，Saturday/Sunday，丙午年三月初九十酉时戌时亥时许
