Australian writer of Montenegrin descent 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 & even Hinduism. (Long story.)
Friday, June 17, 2011
Tipping Point
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 his heels almost (5 mins later), boy fully fifteen years old with that forgotten image of the young girl lifted off her feet reaching for a group of balloons.
The old classic shot. From around the time of the Skipping Girl in Melbourne, perhaps.
Cloth faded, old tee. But the lad fully fifteen. Shaving next year.
...What arrangements take place for these assignations between the foreign Chinese workers and the girls from those same parts when they make it? 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 hotel.
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