"Beep... beep... beep..."
A shrill whistle shattered the morning calm, echoing back and forth through the immigrant transit point. Its piercing sound roused the immigrants from their sleep.
Room 013, Building 23.
Yuan Ye, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up in bed. "What was that?"
Li Ji woke as well, rubbing his bleary eyes. "Who's disturbing people's sweet dreams so early in the morning? And that sound came from a whistle, right? It sounded awful."
Just as everyone was grumbling, the whistle finally stopped. But then another melodious sound drifted faintly over from afar.
"Dong... dong... dong..."
The sound came from the clock tower in Dar es Salaam city. When its bell rang, it meant it was exactly six in the morning in East Africa.
However, the Dar es Salaam clock tower could only be heard from the immigrant transit point when one was already awake, which was why the East African Immigration Office used whistles to wake people.
In the immigrant residential area where Li Ji and the others were quarantined, East African Immigration Office staff were providing wake-up service for the immigrants.
Walking down the corridors, they struck the doors one after another with batons. "Bang, bang, bang..." The wooden doors seemed as though they might be blasted open at any moment.
"Get up! Stop sleeping! Hurry up and wash up, or you'll miss mealtime!"
They first shouted the instructions in German, then repeated them in Chinese. The previously sluggish immigrants heard the word "mealtime" and hurriedly pulled on their clothes and tumbled out of bed. Nothing could stop an immigrant's passion for eating.
Ordinary people of this era had plenty of chances to sleep in. Most East African immigrants came from the countryside and followed the rhythm of working at sunrise and resting at sunset,