In the past seven years, my best friend and lover went to jail, died in a foreign country, or continued to live and survive.
Buy me a cheap beer and I'll tell you how our youth is fucked.
If, if I could do it all over again, would I have the courage to face it all? Would I be that man in a purple striped shirt who was busy in a Japanese restaurant? Would I come here to listen to her Chinese accent again?
"I want to take He Feng back."
"No, he does not belong to you, nor to me. I believe that he has been looking after us somewhere far away, somewhere I can't tell."
I quietly waited for all the illusions to disappear. I held my hard Argentinian passport and took out the soft ticket from my shirt pocket. I once again checked the time on it, which was slightly blurred by sweat. I knew that in two hours, I would board a flight to a foreign country with the girl next to me. After another 27 hours of flight, several transfers, and across the Pacific, we would set foot in Buenos Aires. And I never plan to come back. Maybe, I will die there.
So from then on, all the time, seven years and three nights, disappeared. "