What is the theme of salva and nya in chapter 11 and how How has the author developed the theme
from the time it was evident? How has the
way the theme has been conveyed changed
from the last example? Please help me I have to do it today
1) They buried Uncle in a hole about two feet deep, a hole
that had already been made by some kind of animal. Out frespect for him, the group walked no more that day bur
took time to mourn the man who had been their leader
Salva was too numb to think, and when thoughts did
come to him, they seemed silly. He was annoyed that they
would not be able to eat after all: While the men had been
looting the group, more birds had arrived and pecked at
the roasted stork until it was nothing but bones.
The time for grief was short, and the walking began
again soon after dark. Despite the numbness in his heart,
Salva was amazed to find himself walking faster and more
boldly than he had before.
Marial was gone. Uncle was gone, too, murdered by
those Nuer men right before Salva's eyes. Marial and Uncle
were no longer by his side, and they never would be again,
but Salva knew that both of them would have wanted him
to survive, to finish the trip and reach the Itang refugee
camp safely. It was almost as if they had left their strength
with him, to help him on his journey.
He could not think of any other explanation for the
way he felt. But there was no doubt: Beneath his terrible
sadness, he felt stronger.
Now that Salva was without Uncle's care and protec-
tion, the group's attitude toward him changed. Once again,
they grumbled that he was too young and small, that he might slow them down or start crying again, as he had in
the desert.
No one shared anything with him, neither food nor
company. Uncle had always shared the animals and birds
he shot with everyone in the group. But it seemed they
had all forgotten that, for Salva now had to beg for scraps,
which were given grudgingly.
The way they were treating him made Salva feel
stronger still. There is no one left to help me. They think I am
weak and useless.
Salva lifted his head proudly. They are wrong, and I will
prove it.
Salva had never before seen so many people in one place
at the same time. How could there be this many people in
the world?
More than hundreds. More than thousands. Thou-
sands upon thousands.
People in lines and masses and clumps. People mill-
ing around, standing, sitting or crouching on the ground,
lying down with their legs curled up because there was
not enough room to stretch out.
The refugee camp at Itang was filled with people of all
ages-men, women, girls, small children. ..
• But most of the refugees were boys and young men who had run away
from their villages when the war came. They had run be
cause they were in double danger: from the war itself and
from the armies on both sides. Young men and sometimes
even boys were often forced to join the fighting, which
was why their families and communities-including Salvas
schoolmaster- had sent the boys running into the bush at
the first sign of fighting.
Children who arrived at the refugee camp without
their families were grouped together, so Salva was sepa-
rated at once from the people he had traveled with. Even
though they had not been kind to him, at least he had
known them. Now, among strangers once again, he felt
uncertain and maybe even afraid
As he walked through the camp with several other
boys, Salva glanced at every face he passed. Uncle had said
that no one knew where his family was for certain.
SO
wasn't there at least a chance that they might be here in
the camp?
Salva looked around at the masses of people stretched
out as far as he could see. He felt his heart sink a little, but
he clenched his hands into fists and made himself a Promise
If they are here, I will find them. After so many weeks of walking, Salva found it strange to be staying in one place. During that long terrible trek,finding a safe place to stop and stay for a while had been
desperately important. But now that he was at the camp,
he felt restless-almost as if he should begin walking again.
The camp was safe from the war.There were no men
with guns or machetes, no planes with bombs overhead.
On the evening of his very first day, Salva was given a bowl
of boiled maize to eat, and another one the next morning.
Already things were better here than they had been dur-
ing the journey.
During the afternoon of the second day, Salva picked
his way slowly through the crowds. Eventually, he found
himself standing near the gate that was the main entrance
to the camp, watching the new arrivals enter. It did not
seem as if the camp could possibly hold any more, but still
they kept coming: long lines of people, some emaciated,
some hurt or sick, all exhausted.
As Salva scanned the faces, a flash of orange caught
his eye.
Orange... an orange headscarf .
He began pushing and stumbling past people. Some-
one spoke to him angrily, but