An Australian writer of Montenegrin origin en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism; some living Hinduism (Long story). Publication history, 2011-25: https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7584915877238815805/5174353156097766182
Friday, June 17, 2011
Tipping Point Aug25
EXPECTATION
blazing high on the shoulders of the Indian lad sauntering past with long, slow strides.
That gets it about right. Not that he'd strictly know.
And hot on the heels almost (5 mins later), boy fully fifteen years old, with that forgotten image of the young girl lifted off her feet after reaching a group of balloons overhead.
The old classic shot. From around the time of the Skipping Girl in Melbourne, perhaps.
Cloth faded; old tee. But the lad every bit of fully-fledged fifteen years. Shaving in the near future.
...What arrangements made for these assignations between the foreign Chinese workers and the girls from those same parts when they congregate? Like the pair crossing here just now. Do the lads clear outta the dorm for a half hour? Do they turn to the wall perhaps, like in the old Russian films?
By chance forty minutes later, the clasped hands of the happy couple descend the stairs opposite the Net place. An hourly 81 love hotel.
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