At 9.30 am this past Saturday, a blue day, windy and sandy, ten Chinese soldiers have been red to collect all my belongings and take them to Spain. The process that both terrified me almost a month has been pretty painless and say that I almost enjoyed. Each team member had a particular task: the one devoted to the little details, a man who enjoyed wrapping small pans, ceramic figurines and even some soups on was in the cupboard, which was carrying furniture , stout and resolute man, very rough in my opinion, has picked up tables and comfortable chairs and shouting "here I come" his way through his fellow road to the street, another is devoted to clothing, grabbed my underwear and wrapped handfuls big role, two others who were in the yard doing messing brown cardboard boxes for each piece as , others who were in a back and forth traffic of the main street carrying boxes to the truck, and the supervisor, the friendly face that gives you peace, who actually was more tense than I, because I thought we were going to overcome 12 cubic meters we had expected.
and myself, sitting in a chair rusty Shanghainese ending the 50 read my book for that Soseki I could carry on moving (and yes, I've done, "I am a cat", great book I enjoyed every second book that I laughed out loud, brilliant work, and in my humble opinion similar to humor of Russian writers, but in the Meiji era and Japan, I think that's why I liked it so much). There was, on a chair hung a note reading "To move" which meant that at any moment arise and lead to the truck. He even made jokes I putting another sticker on the front to take me overseas as well, they laughed. And they laughed when they saw the number of Chinese who wanted to carry objects me to Spain.
Actually I think they liked to appreciate both the "China" and the rustic it was all in my home: two on jade seals, one with my name, another of Darius and mine, a wooden fish, Buddhist musical instrument, a tin chamber pot, two pans of iron painted in colors, a giant thermos for hot water, the legendary three monkeys (see no, hear no, do not talk), a fish jade, some paints Chinese characters, Chinese shadow puppets, two stuffed pigs dressed in Revolutionary Guards, a porcelain vase bought at an antique, a piece tile we took the graves of the concubines of the Qing dynasty, a mirror of the cultural revolution, several photos of the same time, a small kite stuck in a box, trunk ancient Chinese hand-painted, an apron of the region Guizhou, a cruet (the one used here every day to dress their jiaozis or dumplings or boiled dumplings as my mother would say), and so on.
When you have gone the house has remained empty until the echo resounded as he spoke. I sat on the couch to put the home, take me some instant noodles, which thankfully with three envelopes based dressing glutamate and concentrated meat on the box includes plastic folding fork, because they have not missed a sudden I've seen cubierto.De sucking and doing the classic sound to make rich oriental dish. And I realized that this transformation in my person and manners meant the climax of my stay in China, and which I could return calm to the old Europe.
My back has suffered so much in the last week has seen a considerable improvement in the last box has gone out the door, I've grown two inches of a sudden. Be a continuous spiral with the house on his back is painful, I have three years and three removals. See what I played in the coming years, but for now Madrid paints a season. I am now in a cafe in the neighborhood, I collected my last revealed and I think tonight I'll be bored at home. I have no DVD or the Internet, I have only read two books which try to extend finite during the week that lies ahead of me in the cave house. Rico boredom.
