San Li Tun is pretty sterile these
days. There’s a big outdoor mall with
things you could find anywhere in the world and lots of young traffic marching
here and there. It was once a place that
felt new and certainly, it no longer does.
Somewhere back in Egypt I said, “how about Tuesday for lunch” to a young
person I’d been introduced to by a mutual chum.
He mentioned he was based in Guo Mao.
I naturally said let’s meet for lunch in San Li Tun.
The Di Di takes
the southerly approach west on Gongti and up San Li which is probably the least
encumbered way to go and before long I’m saying “ni jiu fangbian le” and
cracking the door, before opening it so I don’t force a collision with a
bicycle and then hop out into the wet, summer heat. I always think of Beijing as dry, but this
summer, coming home from a proper desert land, this feels nothing but
humid.
I walk past the
last-resort Page One bookstore that will never had precisely what you want but
will often have something you could want and walk not far behind an attractive
young lady before veering right to the Apple Store. I want to see how much it will cost to
replace the damn earbuds I lost in Brooklyn.
Up the stairs, along the wall and they’ll be about three hundred
dollars. I liked them a lot but I’m not
prepared to drop that kind of money today.
I know it will be only a few months before they’re invariably lost
again.
My first meeting
isn’t where we’d discussed. “Starbucks”
can mean many things. He’s over, across
the main street at the Starbucks at Yinke Zhongxin. He and I both used to work there seven or so
years ago. The Starbucks has been
upgraded and replanted and I plod across the scrum that forms to cross the road
at Gong Ti and San Li, heading south.
There are two ATMs in the first floor of the large building on the
corner. Neither work. That’s OK.
Starbucks will take a card. My
friend comes to meet me in the parking lot.
He wants to introduce me to his brother, whom I’d met before but hadn’t
remembered being so challenged, dentally.
My friend and I recount the last time we were here when a young person
overheard our conversation and introduced herself, suggesting she was looking
for work.
Not long after I
return back to meet the person I’d been e-intro’d to for a salad at Element
Fresh. He is young and educated so
excited to be back in China. We have a
lovely conversation.
Tuesday, 7/23/19
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