Harry and the refugees were only formally present at the garbage collection site where they were pushed in, but they were the same whether they were there or not. They were talking about relying on them if anything happened, but no matter what happened, they didn't listen to the refugees' words or anything, so they became treated as something that wasn't even from the refugee side.
One day, the watchmen were replaced.
Unlike before, the newly-arrived watchmen began to look after the refugees in a worthy way, and even persuaded nearby towns, which had a strong wind against the refugees, to accept them.
The person who is the leader of the watchdog works particularly vigorously and becomes the subject of discussion both from the refugees and from the townspeople, of which those who support him from the refugees and from the townspeople begin to emerge.
But Harry can't open his heart to the man.
Now Harry had become suspicious of both anyone and him. Because he has been deceived by those who pretend to be kind many times since he became a refugee. If you're lying and fooled too many times, no one will believe you. Even though reason knows "I'm not always with this guy because that guy was a liar," I can't really believe it in my heart, and I get myself into it.
The watchman's leader was a big man who was very tall and disappointed in his body. That alone stands out. But Harry never remembered anything intimidating about him. Because he always had a soft, tender grin. He was the kind of person who would soothe the air just to be there. It is also somewhat understandable that he grabs the hearts and minds of refugees and townspeople. Not all refugee townspeople have opened their minds, of course.
I only remember his name as Roger. In the evening, he was playing guitar and singing in various places. Its big body, its big hands, its delightful face, Roger playing music while illuminated by the sunset, the people gathering around it, it burns in Harry's memory, as a very vivid memory.
"Ah, it's Mr. Roger. I'm singing. Go, go, go."
Find Roger singing and the people surrounding it and Casey pulls Harry's hand.
"Again..."
Sighing, Harry heads to Roger's side in the form of a pull by Casey.
Harry wanted to come closer by himself, but Casey, who I miss to everyone, flew away with great joy when I found Roger, so I had no choice but to have Harry on my side for the night, which was the pattern.
"Hey, Mr. Roger, teach me a song too."
Where Roger finishes the song, Casey speaks up.
"Then sing the song I was singing earlier."
When Roger prompts her, Casey sings with pleasure.
"Why don't you sing Harry once in a while? Music is the best communication that connects people's minds."
After Casey sings some songs, Roger has said that, so Harry pulls himself away unexpectedly.
"Huh... I'm fine"
"Good. Harry sing with you?
Casey gave it to me, so Harry is patient and sings with Casey.
Roger was surprised to accompany the guitar. Because Harry was an uninterrupted beauty and he was very good at singing.
At first he sang hateful, but only when Harry was obsessed with singing.
Casey was interrupting her singing and listening to Harry's song. I started to know that my own brother was amazingly beautifully possessed, and that he was a good singer.
Harry is so focused on the song that he doesn't even realize Casey stopped singing.
While singing, Harry realizes that his heart has never been more filled.
Under the sunset, I'm singing along with Casey to Roger's guitar - if you put it into words, it's just a situation. That's all, but I feel terribly happy.
"Harry, why are you crying? Something sad happened to you?
Harry interrupts singing to Casey, who sounds worried.
"No, I'm not. Harry's happy. People cry even if they're too happy. Harry had an aura of joy all over his body."
Harry was shocked when Roger, who stopped the guitar, said the words quietly.
"Harry is a very good singer. I'm talented. You can be a pro."
"Oh, I wonder..."
Roger tricks me and makes me look uncomfortable, Harry.
"Even if I look like this, I used to be a professional musician. That's what I say, no doubt. [M] I didn't really sell it."
That's what Roger laughed openly.
Roger and I break up, and the two of us get on our way home. Even so, at the end of my eyes and nose.
"Today, hey, Harry sang it. Harry, you sound so good, you sing so well."
Back to the tent, which is a refugee colony, Casey told her grandfather about today with a big shabby. I whimpered that my grandfather would tell me until I was crying, but Casey kept it a secret from me.
"No, your mom was good at singing, too. I was in a band when I was a student with my dad. My dad was a guitar."
My grandfather told me that story.
And then, Harry and Casey, they took to Roger every evening. We had a lot to talk about, and we sang together. I was looking forward to the evening. That's not just Harry and Casey, it's the same for the other refugees.
"I believe I can create a world where people don't have to argue."
One day Roger said that in front of Harry and Casey.
"Of course not right now. But if one person and many people try to be nice to the other, if they have a heart of tolerance, little by little, slowly, but surely, people are going to a better world."
Harry has believed ever since that Roger's dialogue was right. But I also knew it was impossible.
Then a few more days and as I was singing with Harry, Casey and Roger, the other refugees gradually joined in and sang with me.
There was also a slight increase in the number of townspeople actively supporting refugees. There is no question that Roger's morality has become a business.
Eventually, even the townspeople would attend the evening concert, and indeed, at that time, the hedges of the hearts and minds of the refugees and the townspeople were gone.
"He's like a godforsaken charity."
My grandfather looked at Roger and narrowed his eyes, saying so. Harry agreed.
A bright, warm light plunged into the garbage dump, illuminating people's hearts - that's how Harry took it.
But one day, the light went out.
Not everyone welcomed the new watchmen. On the contrary, the Raisists, who live in towns and have a high degree of contempt for refugees, seemed abominable about Roger, who vigorously encourages refugee help and mutual understanding of the townspeople.
Harry froze when he heard about Roger being stabbed in town.
Throw out the day's work, too, and Harry and Casey rush to the hospital.
By the time they arrived at the hospital, the refugees, and many of the townspeople, were in a state of mayhem in front of the hospital.
He says he's in critical condition.
"Oh... God..."
"Why should such a good man be stabbed! Whose fault is it!
Refugees and townspeople mourn and grieve together.
It was that night and I was finally allowed to face Roger's body and say goodbye. The next day, the body is said to be transported to the United States, his home country.
Roger's large body lay in a two-handed outfit. The face looked terribly calm.
"Mr. Roger... I lived until yesterday..."
Casey is clinging to Harry and crying. Harry also kept crying silently.
The next day, in front of Tent County, where the refugees lived, and on the road at the entrance to the town, it said this in large part with red paint.
'We are human beings. I can't live with pests who look like people. God doesn't even acknowledge that you can treat pests like that. It is the devil who treats pests. The devil was crusaded, and justice was done. That's all we're talking about. "
It was obvious that whoever wrote that outrageous message was by whoever killed Roger. Or maybe it's more than one task, not a solo offender.
Whether the watchmen formed fear or despair, they all took turns. And the newly arrived watchmen were extremely discriminating, and they were in worse shape than they were before Roger and the others arrived. The people of the town, who opened their hearts to the refugees, also distanced themselves from the refugees again.
Good perished, evil prevailed. If you look only at the results, it's the opposite of Roger's ideals.
Roger was a great person, but Harry can't believe what Roger said. The world of men can't help, no matter how hard a very few good men try. Evil is stronger in this world.
No, even Harry suspects that people themselves are evil. I was even beginning to wonder if this very world that kills the good and makes the bad guys laugh - or the God who created this world, is absolutely evil.