Emma, Williams, Brown and Caroline.
Emma was a preety girl.
Traveling was part of my life; and meeting all kinds of different people was the most exciting part of my journey. To be honest, most people I met I’d never meet again, but it was not the point; the point was, we once met and had fun.
Back, Emma was a preety girl of 7 years old.
She was enjoying the ever-young spring near the so-called Leaning Tower. Her father told me that they came from Holland, where people generally expected their daughters led independent and self-fulfilled lifes. (Dont really care what kinda man she’d be living with)
In Lucern, a small swiss town, I met Williams in a very nice Cheese Fondue restaurant (we had a pleasant conversation when my friends went shopping). He told me proudly that he’d been travelling in Europe for 20 days and the next day he’d fly back to NewYork and “Travelling alone is the best thing in this world.” Seemed he was quite an expert about Cheese Fondue and I was quite a quick student about eating staff :) He was a high school teacher and he told me that I was sure to be challenged at Middlebury by all kinds of values people held and it was good to learn two maybe most important lessons in life: how to accept the differences and how to appreciate. By the way, he mentioned he prefered Bern and Lausanne, where many medieval sites remained, to Geneva, where commercial blends dominated; I agreed.
While admiring the Seine on boat, I happened to sit before Brown, also a NewYorker. He first said (very different from French people) that he was 28 then and he dropped the college to work. Having changed many different jobs and acquired much experience, he, at least he himself commented, had already become an “Professor of International Business” and he still planned to change his jobs. He couldn’t understand how his parents could stand working in a single place for decades :) Interesting and Very Cool!
On the 4th floor of Lafayette, Mcdonald’s, a very very nice Madame or Madamoiselle, Caroline, helped me find a seat besides her to sit, while waiting for my friends. While eating her hamburger, she asked me many question about China, where she longed to go for a long time. She was pretty cute. The first concern she had was whether all Chinese could speak French. After the first disappointment, she continued, “then English?” After the second, she thought for a while and then smiled again, “Well, then I’ll learn Chinese well; I’m not that old, right?” LoL.
And I had a roomate, Mr.Liu who was obviously a tech expert. (and my guess was confirmed later) He encouraged me to pursue a PH.D degree in US, but I hated the idea of finishing college when 27. I’d rather find a job when graduated and maybe I’ll consider a Master degree in a cool graduate school. Well, but still I thanked him and special thanks to his nicest daughter; I guess she knows why.
So Sometimes I found that passers-by didn’t pass away and little words lingered for really a long time.
Ok, of course.