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Friday, July 14 A Day in Hohhot
(written a week later)
Dostoevsky's Бесы was going slow. The first part (of three) was plainly boring – all the convoluted whereabouts of the old-world, but most disappointedly – the narrator looking down at the weirdo characters of the book (e.g. at Kirillov).
In the evening, I went for a run. After half a mile, two boys came to me and asked me in English if I liked apples. Then they asked if I also liked pears, my name, and my age. I was trying to keep a conversation, but told them that I was trying to run and could not stop, so they biked after me, thinking up some more questions to ask. Some more boys joined biking after me. Then, they bought me ice cream and asked to eat it; I said I had to finish my run before I eat ice cream, so I kept running. They asked me what floor I was living on; they were surprised to hear I'm on the twentieth and not on the forth – only later I got it that foreigners probably often live on the forth floor because they don't mind the superstition. Again, they asked me to eat the ice cream, but I said I had to finish my run. Then the group of boys got off their bikes and started running with me; I thought omg they are young and will overrun me. In a few minutes they were out of breath and asked me to eat the ice cream again. I could not resist anymore and gave in, walking with them and eating my gifted ice cream. Their English was probably better than my Chinese, so our conversation was simple. I told them I was American, and they asked me if I liked guns, and if I liked Japan, then told me they don't like Japan. We took a selfie, and, oh well I said I had to go home; we hugged. I wish I brought American quoters with me to give them as a gift. My run was 1.5 miles long.
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Interesting, it all happened just on a 1.5 miles run! (and walk)
So, the guys did not look dangerous?
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