Alone in kleptomania E-Book

Bengt GH Nilsson

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 303

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

"Alone in kleptomania" is a story about Yin. A poor young girl/woman's fate in China. One day leaving her home and parents at the tobacco-plantage for a more adventures and independently life in the big city of Guangzhou. There she meets her fate, which contains both happiness and money but also a lot of unexpected events, adversity and blood on her hands. In this novel you will have the opportunity to follow her interesting but lonley life and how she managed to survive. Even...or... because.. she has to steal to earn a living. Att. (!) This novel is the first ever to be completely machine-translated from another language(swedish) to english ! Of course... with all original errors included. Which also adds and gives the novel an interesting, unique and often funny entertaining touch.

Leseprobe

Featured:

Escape

Guangzhou

The total humiliation

Alone is strongest

Stolen Happiness

Chawan

A long-awaited friend

Intoxicating vendetta

The mistake ödesdigra

Blood on their hands

A brother without mother

Revenge is sweet

Escape

Through its increasingly weeping eyes she saw train slowly disappear behind. The building, the platforms and the entire track area dissolved in the shimmering fields of grayish-brown tones and distorted perspectives. Hopelessly alone, she stood at the back of the last car. Newly trail aboard the long train from Nanjing tentative rattled through the last track switches. Now back on the road after a short stop in Hengyang. In order to harvest the last bit of the long journey down to Guangzhou.

With hands constantly drying away their mocking tears, it was clear to her that now there was no turning back. She was irreversibly on its way out. Her despair and tears filled chest pain was reinforced by traces of cormorants increasingly rapid thumping. As well as the increasing awareness of what she left behind. While uncertainty about the future increasingly imposing themselves on.

Just a few hours earlier had now almost seventeen-year-old Yin Woo made the crucial decision and during the night secretly filled the family's worn-out old suitcase with a few hurriedly selected clothes. Packed some food and the bare essentials and then as quietly as possible to leave the house. With agonizing step taken his bicycle in the shed. Fastened the bag on the carrier and with a few quick turn of the pedals before the astonished even sleepy oxen and anxiously cackling ducks disappeared off into the darkness. After quickly rolled down the hill on the bumpy gravel road she stepped on in the damp cool morning air. A meandering bike ride through fields of tobacco plantations along the eight-kilometer long and winding road to the bus station. The moon hung like a gayamelon beyond the mountains, and all the stars enveloped her like a twinkling ceiling. If it had not been for the tragic circumstances, everything would have seemed like a fairytale night. After a few minutes passed the turnoff to the farm, where her unsuspecting love lived. Namely two years older Jianyu, which she only talked to on a few occasions. Such as when she and her mother sometimes been there and bought fresh vegetables.

It was already here, when thoughts of her secret love suddenly appeared, as doubts stopped her slightly. Looked long away towards the farm while the pedals could rest a while. The up hills then felt extra long and heavy, but not even the thoughts of Jianyu could stop her. She had decided. It was today it would happen. Otherwise, probably never. Now it was not to be sentimental.

Easy sweaty after the long bike ride to the village Gouzishan she puffed out at the bus stop. The sky had almost brightened. At least, so much so that one could glimpse the mountains away on the horizon. Took a few refreshing and much needed sips from water bottle. Before she carefully chained his bicycle on the outskirts of the already chock full cycle instead. Did the bus to the Hengyang Railway Station went relatively often. Sat therefore on the ground next to await it. Nice back leaning against a pile of sleepers who stood there for some reason. Still strong tar-scented. Together they formed nearly a board. Small and cute as she was with her beautiful eyes. Their regular dainty Chinese characteristics and his long black but a little flygiga hair. Now lightly swaying in the still cool morning breeze.

It was only in Hengyang, when the noisy and smelly diesel bus passed the breathtakingly high bridge over Yangtsifloden that realization came. Namely, how terribly lonely she was. Despite all the people and cars jostling with each other. For the first time in his soon as the 17-year life, she was completely self-contained town. A spectrum of her unusual smells from city jostling with each other in the nose. There were fumes and smells from restaurants and snack bars. Sweaty people and perfumes in a mix. Aromas that are not normally available in rural areas to the same extent. For her, an exotic blend of aromas. A palpable sense that you were in a big city and no longer remain among tobacco plantations in the country. An emerging concern in the stomach, however, began more and more to make itself felt. Like when their footing in a habitual and secure existence is being lost. Yet confidently unaware that that feeling would in time prove to be mildly justified.

The bus finally stopped at the train station. More than satisfied with the final bumping piece of downtown's crooked and worn paving stones. Alone and with uncertain steps she lugged away with the suitcase toward the main entrance. Reacted with surprise at all busy people running here and there. Felt increasingly Mills Place and bortkommen. A feeling that was reinforced by the strong speaker sound that echoed between the walls inside the station hall. Also took the opportunity to purchase some extra victuals in one of the kiosks there. Two cans of Coke and a triangular skinksandwich wrapped in plastic. While a cheese sandwich happened ended in her pocket. Almost like just by itself…!? Without paying for the course. Oddly enough, without giving her a guilty conscience either. Just thought she wanted a sandwich to. However, it was not that obvious offense against the home's moral education, which then made her think of her mother. No, it struck her just that soon… or maybe already… they should have discovered the empty bed.… Yin Yin, the mother would surely have cried. Even irritated as usual. A little harsh as she was in the morning. Van that usually do not get an immediate response from her on the verge of unconsciousness sleepy daughter. So… even naively unaware that this morning would change life at home. Just a short time left before the realization of Yin's disappearance would overturn everything. A future scenario that nobody in the family had anticipated.

Unstructured and aimless as Yin often was invited because the last night, nor on a few more occasions, to complement the clothing luggage. That is to say, no more than T-shirts and underwear previously packed into a bag. Along with a bottle of water and other necessities. Coat shortage was a Minde problems so far. Where the railway station is now on its way from the ticket office. LUG on his bad conscience, suitcase and their dearly bought the train ticket. She, the young little girl from the country, at all could afford such a train ticket. Yes, it depended solely on the mother-saving box in the cupboard already the night before länsats on its entire capital. Namely, all the 840 yuan in notes that were there. The entire bundle, she had carelessly stuffed into the pocket. While they have been replaced with a red flower in the casket. A sort of compensation and desperate gesture with the hope of forgiveness. A tender-hearted attempt to show compassion. In order to so brazenly and hårdhudat seized his own mother only savings. Money over a long period of self-denial and with great effort scraped together. Now decimated to zero. After his prank she crept unnoticed back to her and her still sleeping brother's room. With the realization that the plan as far gone as anticipated.

When the approaching train eventually slid into the station in Hengyang, she felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Her pink-way ticket to the train number G1101 she constantly looked at had cost her the whole 180 yuan. A considerable part of travel funds. The signs on the platform, she realized that her place should be in the last wagon. Slightly stressed by the train screeching brakes and the speaker monotone female voice echoing she thrust herself forward, however, between the second waiting passengers. Half running and dragging it to her large suitcase she took over the platform back along the train. Decided to board the wagon front entrance. Her legs shook slightly. Not by the effort of the three steps up. But most of the awareness that it was the first time in her life, she stepped aboard a train. Somewhat confused and uncertain, yet proud of herself she went back through the carriage. There was already relatively many travelers. But still some empty seats left. Was looking for a seat 5A. Which fortunately turned out to be a window seat. Quite happy with the location marked her chair as busy with the bag.

Many of the other passengers looked rather tired and bored. Where they were scattered here and there in the carriage. However, immediately noticed the musty and stuffy air in the passenger compartment and waited, therefore, to understand. Instead went out to the little separate space in the far back. Where the door to the platform was still open. Still with a restless supervisory glance at the bag in the passenger compartment. A light and cool morning breeze penetrated through the doorway. More noticeable after the last of the boarding passengers boarded. She breathed in… and breathing out. Tried to collect himself after all the impressions that have already passed the revue during the remarkable morning. Anyone who has just become the first chapter of her new free life.

When the doors closed and the squeaking long train again moved forward, she stood still for a long while at the trailer rear window and thought. After a moment of contemplation and examination of the breakup of the home, she went back to her place. Wiped away some tears from her cheek. Moved the bag to the chair next and sat by the window. Quickly looked at the clock showed 9:10. Then let his gaze wander along downtown's skyline. All high-rise buildings in the horizon that slowly floated past. Felt dazed while empty inside. Somehow still comfortable with their decision. Consider, finally taking the courage to me and left it there misery, she thought. For the first time has taken its own position, and then make it a reality. Self realize it, she does not even have dreamed of just a year ago. Admittedly, with sadness but of their own free will. A decision that ultimately did not find any other solution. With almost incomprehensible strength left his home and his own family. The mother, her brother Zhinsun and of course… stepfather. Namely, that which was the cause of everything. The hatred grew within her, only she thought of him. If she had not given up by now, maybe even the man's own life was in danger. Not at all incredible in view of Yin's hot temper and unconditional desire for revenge.

The sleeping lady in the park opposite had now opened his eyes and smiled at her. Still with the book in her lap after the nap. Although her hair graying slightly, she looked very youthful and respectable. Nice makeup and almost a little coquettish with its colorful silky blouse. With matching shiny black midjeskärp to the short black skirt. A sparkling necklace around his neck and on his feet a pair of shiny and probably expensive black leather shoes. She examined the Yin top down. However, without showing what she was thinking. Listed sure the rural fabric and the worn sports shoes. But it seemed apparently still untouched. Leaned forward and said in a low voice curious

Where this lonely young girl to go today?

I'm going to Guangzhou, said Yin with determined voice. Almost as if to underline that this was not an unusual situation for her.

I understand… and… what will you do there then. Work may!?

Yin knew instinctively that this was precisely nothing that this lady had something to do. But, not wanting to be rude, and therefore came to a spontaneous and unplanned lie.

I'll… be… to visit my grandmother, she said, and took a swig from the water bottle.

Oh, how nice. Then secure your grandmother will be happy, right.

Mmm, she replied a bit hesitantly. Easy concerned that the lady would continue its hearing.

Yes, I will also to Guangzhou. Lives namely there. Has been in the top Nanjing… little shops… you could say. It will be nice to sleep in his own bed again, she said, and laughed some more done.

Where in the city live your grandmother?

She… I do not remember exactly, but I have the address in the bag.

Has she might like me lived a long time in Guangzhou?

Excuse me… I just have to, she said, and stood up. Hesitated a bit but then went back in the carriage.

Hey… Miss! The toilet is the other way, 'said the lady pleasantly instructive.

Yin did not answer but simply turned on his heel. Went irritable the other direction. Staggering through the aisle of the train's growing body roll. Found once the toilet at the other end of the carriage, where the door was unfortunately locked. During his anticipation she took the opportunity to distance closer study of the fancy but somewhat uncomfortable curious lady. Was not used to being spoken to by strangers just like that. Felt some discomfort indeed. Suddenly she sees, however, the lady leans forward. How she tries to read the suitcase dock-et!? Yin froze and tried to remember what was there. Though really, she had no idea. Probably mother's name and address, she thought…!? But why is she so interested? Or perhaps just generally curious? Yin did not know, but it gave her still a disturbing feeling. Did not think anyone would be interested in the bag. Was interrupted, however, in his thoughts when a woman with a small child just came out of the toilet. Finally it was her turn.

I kept an eye on your bag, meanwhile, said the lady, when Yin once sat in its place.

You never know. There are so many who steals things nowadays.

Yin smiled indifferently back towards the lady. While she noted with relief that the docket was actually quite smooth. Neither the name or address. She breathed out. Then sat with closed eyes and the comfort of the chair. Ceded Spirit as if she were tired and just got the urge to sleep. Anything not to be confronted with some more questions. You never know what she is looking for, thought Yin confused and leaned to the side. However squinted slightly through their eyes closed. Did that lady shot down his glasses from the hairline. Took the book from her lap and continued to read. Seems to have understood the hint after all, thought Yin. Also felt the fatigue came over her. It had been a stressful morning in many ways. And now wanted the brain not to go. It was two and a half hours left to Guangzhou and train monotonous vocals over the track did, she soon fell asleep. With hand secured against your suitcase and head diagonally toward the headrest, she left their home behind. Both in reality and in mind. Did the mother in front of him. The small woman of habit always combed in camellia oil in your hair in the morning and then put it up in a knot. An old tradition of Xiang Tang neighborhood from where she originally came. Belonged really Miaofolket and practiced still a part of their customs and traditions. Among other things, they dressed in very colorful clothes on festive occasions. A heritage Yin himself was not going to manage and pass on. She imagined anyway…!?

Awakened by the train suddenly stopped with a jerk. Did not understand where she was. I realized then that the train stopped at a station. What, you could not see. Looked at the clock. Five of the ten. Thus had slept for a while. Heard people in the distance talking to each other. Someone door slammed. Otherwise there was silence in the carriage. It seemed as if some fellow passengers also dozed off.

After a while suddenly opened the front door. Two uniformed men came into the cart. Yin felt his heart hammering in his chest. When she realized that it was not actually the conductor. Breathing was also uneven and the thoughts rushed through her head. For suddenly it dawned on her… two policemen. It is not possible, she thought. To those at home understood everything and have already figured out that she was here. On board the train. And on this particular train additionally. No, it could not be. Time stood still. Slowly they walked back through the carriage and eyed each passenger. Yin tried to look as unconcerned as possible and for some reason she concealed suitcase with his shirt…!? Even when she cards encountered one of the policemen's sharp gaze, she stressed unconsciously concern over the bag… for some reason…!? They continued further back in my time and nothing more happened. Not until the door at the back struck again, she dared turn around and look. She breathed out. But at the same time wondered what they actually did there? On this particular train. Had absolutely no idea, and the lady opposite was not available for any questions Had namely fallen asleep again. Sitting just as before with the book in his lap and his glasses perched on his forehead.

Eventually heard Yin a whistle sounded and shortly thereafter began to train slowly moving. Significantly relieved after the incident, she took off her warm footwear. Snuggled up with her legs in the seat and made himself more at ease. Also felt more alert now after the nap. Took out Coca-Cola and sandwiches. She was thirsty and really enjoyed the drink. Coke! Had only drunk it a few times before. Only when they have been included in Hengyang and acted or so. But from now she could actually drink, just what she wanted. Just such a thing.

The view through the window changed character as the train wound its way through the Chinese countryside down to Guangzhou. The sandwiches slim down quickly. But the thoughts in her head was no longer in the present but hovered helplessly back toward Gouzishan. Against the small farm where, among the tobacco plantations. Against the mother, her nine year old brother, all the animals, stepfather and… well, the whole life that played out there with both joy and anguish. That which for nearly the entire seventeen years had been her home. But only until today. The day that now would be the turning point in her young life. The unknown life that just only begun.

It was with grief, she thought back to the last two years. At the time when the stepfather and her relationship gradually deteriorated. Everything escalated when he submitted an application to the school. Without Yin's knowledge in addition. Namely an official request to Yin would have quit secondary school early. And instead work on the farm. Everything came to light when he at breakfast one morning threw up some sort of stamped certification on the table. And while just blurted out, you do not go to school anymore. From today you should stay home and work with us. The mother was a bit further away but said nothing. Had too much respect for him. Moreover probably thought she too, that it was needed more help at home. In their toil in tobacco production.

You will namely work in the drying house. Make sure that the fire constantly kept alive, he explained brusquely. It is not too hard, added the mother in an attempt to comforting. Admittedly, it is hot and you can expect long hours, but it could be worse, she continued. We have a lot of work now and is really too few to cope with it. Yin sat silent. Most, however, astonished by what she suddenly heard. Staring desperately down in the table. Looked at his cup of green tea and the half-eaten piece of bread. Did not even see on that certificate. Already understood all too clearly what mattered. No more school…!? There, she finally began to enjoy as well. Just could not understand. Probably no point in protesting either, she thought. They have now decided all that… with the principal and so… what can I do about it? Nothing! Felt his eyes moistened. Tears which penetrated against her will. Did not turn out weak, but left the breakfast in anger and ran out. The only sound was the door that fought back with a deafening bang. The mother sighed loudly and from the stepfather came some kind of grunting murmur. It seemed as if both had anticipated the reaction. They knew, of course, that Yin would rather go to school. And precisely because it had everything done in secret. Without her involvement and transparency. Something they later might have to pay a very high price for.

Time passed and the days in the drying house was often long and tedious. Sometimes she also had night shift. But complaining is not outward but collected instead on a kind of anger inside. Tried forget school altogether. Devoted himself instead to daydreaming. An often practiced method to endure a forced life. Especially when boredom settles tight around one. When freedom itself as caught in a net. Dreamed instead about life there. Somewhere… far away. A life she knew was there. Although it now seemed out of reach. Played with different scenarios for its future. There in solitude in front of the warm fireplace. Did, however, that life would take a different turn a beautiful day. It was in any case there, she imagined and hoped for. A compelling expectation that was born out of her rebellious personality, young age and the obvious will to live.

The relationships in the family and particularly between Yin and stepfather grew increasingly worse. Often they quarreled and shouted at each other. Things were thrown and doors slammed. It even happened on a few occasions, she received slaps and punches. Despite the mother's gentle and helpless protests. But often Yin too tired to make a fuss. For some days she must be to go up already at five o'clock in the morning. In protest against the pouting her way through the days. Sometimes half-asleep out there in the dryer housing trapped heat. Except when she had time to play with Zhinsun course. Then you could everyday forgotten for a while. Could again become that fun and life affirming girl with a twinkle in his eye. Whoever she's always been, before his stepfather came into their lives. Especially before that late evening when he came home drunk and angry. Back after being drunk and with some other farmers in the area. Probably even gambled away their money. When he woke up the mother and threatened her with his gun. With precisely the weapon that Yin since often thought to throw in the lake. Her little brother however was the most carefree type. Perhaps the most because of their age but also their nature. Had indeed not yet been confronted with life's increasing anguish. Thankfully for him, she thought.

Yin came abruptly back to reality. A conductor did loudly their entrance into the cart. She immediately took off her pink ticket and waited their turn. This was almost too exciting for her. All that she had not experienced before felt so interesting and pleasurable in any way. Looked down at his watch. Already 10:20 and barely one hour left to Guangzhou, she thought expectantly. Keep in mind, once I'm there. Dream will become true. And… she did not want to wake up from it. Got his hole in the ticket and stuffed happy down in his little wallet. This is going well. So far mostly gone smoothly, she thought, and smiled at the joke.

At only half an hour left of the train suddenly there came a phone. The coquettish lady opposite looked dazedly up and started looking in her purse. "Madame Biyu"… she answered shortly. Listened attentively, and commenting now and then with the words… "Yes… yes… yes." Since she finished the conversation with… "quarter past eleven when"… and put the phone back in the bag. While she gave Yin a big smile and said…

My, how time has run away. We're almost there. It gets a bit boring with long train journeys, right!?

Yeah.

In the past I used to always fly but have become so afraid of flying. Goofy is there really. Really do not know why it is like that with the years. But you're not afraid? In order to fly, I mean.

Yin was not prepared for the question. She, who never even seen an airplane up close. Much less been in one. She did not know if she was afraid or not, but said…

Well, a little scared I might… well.

Well, I do not know, but to ride the train's not completely safe, from what you've heard. By the way… if you want, you can ride with me in the car to your grandmother. My driver will namely fetch me at the station. So you will not have to take the subway or taxi. There is always a bit awkward and stressful, when you come to the 'big city'. Would not it be a good fit for you? If she does not live too far away… to say?

Joooo… said Yin while the brain was working at full speed. It there with her grandmother was just invented. But on the other hand… if she could get a free-ride, so why not.

OK! If… there is not too big hassle… then?

No not at all. We travel so much unnecessary anyway here and there. How well! Then we say so, 'said the lady and gave her her infectious smile again. By the way what is your name? There have I not asked.

Yin… my name is…

And I'm Madame Biyu. You can call me Madame.

Well…

Suddenly, just things happened. Such as herself no longer seemed to have control over. So it felt. It just happened that it became simply. Strange!? Maybe life is like this, she thought. That things just happen and you… flowing with as well. But then hey, personal driver…!? Who can afford it? What is this lady really? Yin had no grandmother. Not alive, anyway. It all was a white lie. But her predetermined plan was still, to somehow get to a particular address in Guangzhou. Whoever she had written down on a small patch and brought from home. And hopefully, also remained in the wallet.

Guangzhou

Almost exactly ten past eleven in the morning rolled the train from Nanjing into the station. The east of the ones in Guangzhou. It was a beautiful October day and the electronic thermometer on the platform proved to +24 degrees. When the two come out of the train and down on the platform, waved the lady, or Madame Biyu which she apparently called himself, a man was heading towards them. It would soon prove to be her chauffeur. He also presented as the Yin. And she herself for the man who "country girl" Madame. Without any hesitation, he grabbed Madame's chic little cerisfärgade bag on wheels. With Yin brown and unsightly ugly suitcase in the other hand, he went before them through the station building. Away towards the outside waiting car. Yin looked wide-eyed around him. Could hardly believe she was really here. The great hall, all people, all the sounds and colorful advertising on large TVs. Felt overwhelmed and now to top it all off with a man who was carrying her bag. What was this…?? Just seven or eight hours ago she was home in bed, and now she was in the middle of this. In Guangzhou! Madame Biyu noticed how bortkommen she looked out and asked, laughing, how it felt. If everything was ok, and so on. Was however only one amazed nodding response back. Where obviously speechless in the current session. Mentally afflicted with a kind of "overflow" of all the new impressions.

Never had she seen such a polished car in his life. Obviously knew not that it was a Mercedes 500, but experienced only sight a large black and fantastically nice car. The driver opened the doors for the ladies, and then placed the bags in the trunk. When the doors closed again if they got Yin almost a feeling of having gone to heaven. Everything was silenced. Found himself suddenly in a soft and elegant black leather sofa smelling of exclusivity. The interior was in sober dull colors with shiny wood strips everywhere. A dashboard as if it were taken from a space shuttle. Such as Zhinsun had several photos of the wall at home.

Madame Biyu sat in the front seat. Brought down the sun visor with vanity mirror, while a lamp lit. Opened her handbag and sminketuiet. Screwed then up the lipstick to touch up the hue slightly. It could, after all, have been too little of the bloody hue. Even sprayed some perfume behind the ears. Yin had the whole backseat to himself, felt almost like a princess. What was that for the address that your little grandmother lived on, wondered Madame, when the driver started the car. Yin took up his note from the wallet. But just when she would hand it over, had a problem. The very name she did not show. It was a man's name, and no grandmother can be called that. Therefore, she tore of the uppermost part of the name of. Madame Biyu took the note and read the address. Number 119 Kengkou Road. It is not so far from here, right? The driver shrugged but typed in the address of the buttons in the built-in GPS 'one. A map in color quickly came up on the screen. Then a voice that said… "Go straight on and next to the right". Yin followed the astonishing progress on the screen with great interest and surprise. Had never seen anything like it. Felt like pure magic while the car almost silently slipped away through the city. The only sound was a so-called traditional Chinese instrumental chanson as very weak poured out of the speakers. The sidewalks were filled with people, many of whom were surprisingly young. Where are all the older people, she considered, while Madame was talking to the driver. Yin could not even listen. Was too fascinated by everything she saw through the car's windows.

The streets became gradually narrower and addresses any more worn. Also noticed that people are more and more looked curiously at the car. It's probably not a dozen to be in this part of town, she thought. Felt almost a bit peculiar and proud there in the back seat. Imagine if you came home in such a here and turned up at the farm. While they could only believe that there were some senior politicians from Beijing that had gone wrong. She was stopped, however, in their minds, for shortly thereafter swung the driver toward the sidewalk. Announced Madame Biyu that now they arrive at the current address. Yin looked around and noted small shops, businesses and cafes. Certainly not an environment on par with Madame Biyus class, yet she turned with a smile and said…

Well Yin, now you finally arrive at your grand mother. Nice huh '?! It went well this. You might recognize you?

Well, now it was a while since I was here but…

Yes, but it is number 119 up there at the house, so it is true enough.

M mmm…!??

Both the driver and Madame stepped out of the car. The boot lid opened itself and there lay her brown and worn suitcase in all its simplicity. Somewhat out of place in this particular car, perhaps, but still. The driver lifted it with ease and the door closed itself also itself naturally. As stylish as it had just opened. Yin bowed and thanked hands together in front of him. Madame did the same and gave Yin a long affectionate hug. Wished her luck and asked her grandmother's health. Also got her pale purple business cards. Emphasized that if she ever possibly needed a job or otherwise wanted help, so it was just to touch. She would remember… "girl from the country." Yin thanked for the business card and everything she had done for her. Even without even asking or begging for it. Is not it odd, she thought. But perhaps there are such people everywhere. In addition to the home country of course. Where are all so stubborn and headstrong. Sputters most at each other.

Madame Biyu sat down in the front seat. Closed the door and waved happily to the Yin while the car slowly whisked away away and disappeared at the next cross street. There she stood now…!? Long and petrified in a cloud of Madame's wonderful perfume. As a bortkommen girl in the big city. Still with business card in hand and suitcase beside him. For a long time viewing them. Barely noticed the motorcycle as deafening roared past her at one meter distance. Not until after a long while was the awareness of the environment more tangible. If the people who passed by. If the curious men that scouting was sitting in a puff of smoke on the patio right next door. If the relatively high, and almost worn shabby houses on both sides of the street. Heard even a bird chirp somewhere. Probably from the top of the trees that adorned the sidewalk. Knew their despair even the smell of cooked food. Hungry as she already become like this in the middle of the day. But now there was no mother here. No forward succumbed delicacies on the table. But now she was standing all alone on a street in Guangzhou and knew neither in or out. Looked a bit desperate down on the business card. Which read: Madame Biyu Choi Hardy, Chairman of the Board, Canton divertissement. With the address in both Guangzhou and Paris…!? Not that she understood that much, but one thing was clear. This is no ordinary woman. Not even here in Guangzhou, she thought in amazement. Also realized the business card was worth saving. One never knew?!

Yin could never go completely straight with that big suitcase. Was as always had to have some slight list for that it would not drag the ground. It was the same now, when she finally freed himself from his statue resembled position and slowly started walking towards the entrance at number 119. It sought the name of the orange-painted vestibule was also there on the board. However, under the heading "3 steps". Consolation was anyway, the apartment was second from the top. Despite this, she dragged both bag and himself up the steep and narrow stairs. The name on the door was identical with that of the second part of the torn note. She rang the bell and waited. The stairwell was barren and inhospitable. Each step echoed between the stairs and the walls. At the top was, however, a window that let in some natural light. But barely reached down to the ground floor. Called on again… but no one opened. Was perhaps too much to ask that people would be at home. Especially for just the day she intended to make a visit. Just lugging everything down again. If only it was an elevator, she thought. While she was on the way down distractedly read the different names of the apartment doors. Many who she neither heard nor seen before. Apparently it can be named anything, she thought in amazement.