Everything started because I had a meeting... with my soul.

I had a meeting nearby a giant turtle, the tiyuguan in the heart of Sichuan Daxue.

The night was cold. I remember because I had to cross my arms on my chest to feel more comfortable.

I was walking around the gym thinking about what my life could be if I were a professional basketball player. When I saw it...

It wasn't shiny or anything particular but i can't find out why... I just couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was hanged out there, on one of these plots on the platform right in front of the building. There, floating in the wind, a scarf.

This scarf was fascinating! I could easily smell it and... the sweet perfume flying out of it started to appeal me real strong. I thought: " This is a precious scarf... Grab it!"

I took it as if I were a thief... Looking around checking up if no one was watching me. I took it and waalked away. I walked for a while... I was going there... to the londonian bell.

It was on the top of this ugly orange building that stands next to the liuxuesheng bangonshi. It looked like a real common bell, one of the kind that could have been standing on the top of a real common french catholic church. Not ringing yet.. but soon. I could feel it.

I was staring at it when an old chinese man came to me. I had seen him before but where?... He was looking at me ready to talk when his eyes suddenly changed. He had seen the scarf wrapped around my hips... And with the look of a crazy man, violently tried to grab it... But I ran away.

I ran, ran and ran still. I was looking behind sometimes to check if the old man was following me... but there was no one out there. So i stopped running.

When I managed to get my breathe back it was already 2:00am. The bell rung. I was at Bei Men.

2:05am, I passed the gate.

Thought everything was going well. No more Chinese man, just me and my scarf in one of the precious seconds when Chengdu is totally quiet. I decided I would take a taxi to Dong Men, reach the dorm and sleep. That's all I was thinking about now.. "Find a taxi..."

When a cab stopped by. I got in..

-"Dao nali?"

-"I'm going to Renmin Gongyuan... " wait... this is not where i wanna go, i thought.

-"Ni de zhongwen shuo de bu cuo..."

I always answer to tthis kind of statement but.. this time.. this time, I couldn't find a word, couldn't even think of one.. Nothing would come out of my mind, nothing could come out of my mouth... I had lost my chinese!!!! It had just all disappeared from my head...

I started to feel oppressed. Some kind of anger mixed with fear was starting to grow hands to strangle me.. I was suffocating. The taxi was driving by...

But I opened the door. I falled... I rolled... rolled... Felt my head hurting the concrete of the road... a stone scratching my forehead.. the blood on my left cheek... the sidewalk...

BUMP!

I open my eyes... I'm still alive but not in China anymore. I'm lying in my teenage room, in my sofa bed...

I scream!!!

Short story written by Stef.

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