Another beautiful day.
The Fischer family began preparing for Christmas.
Dar es Salaam was different from inland cities. As an open port where ships from every nation passed through, it was easy to obtain all kinds of goods here.
This also gave currency a place to work its magic. European and Arab merchants set up stalls in Dar es Salaam's open district, hawking their own products.
"Dear, you're back," Anna asked sweetly. Since coming to East Africa, the Fischer family had lived a life secure through drought and flood alike, no longer having to scrape by as they had in the past.
The Fischers' spirits had also become optimistic and positive, free of the once-worried looks born of struggling to survive.
"Yes, I just went over to Trade Street to have a look. These are the things I bought—come take a look." Fischer handed Anna a basket.
Anna took the basket. Inside were a wax-paper package, a bag, and a jar, with something else underneath that she could not identify.
"What is this?" Anna asked, taking out the wax-paper package first.
"Open it and see," Fischer said.
Anna unfolded the wax paper along its creases, revealing a string of sausage-like things.
"They sell sausages in East Africa?" Anna was rather surprised.
"I hadn't expected anyone to sell these on Trade Street either. They're truly rare, and they weren't too expensive, so I bought them. The clerk said they were Vienna sausages imported from the Austro-Hungarian Empire. They taste little different from the ones back home," Fischer said.
"I really haven't seen food from the German territories in a long time. And even when we were in Germany, we could rarely afford to eat it," Anna said delightedly.
Though the Fischer family never lacked food or drink in East Africa, they