- "So, what do we do now?" Liyan asked after a few days.
She could see very well that Elle didn't have much fun at work.
- "To leave? Or not to leave?" Elle answered good humoured.
She liked it in Kerikeri actually and everybody agreed that the winter was mild and pleasant. The flaura, a bizarre cross between English and tropical species, made this narrow spire of New Zealand territory a cousin of the tropics. It streched as if to reach the Capricorn parallel only making it, though, to the 35th South.
Kerikeri had the air of a friendly township, active and businesslike, tightly knitted to make it possible to wander through the streets and the shopping areas on foot.
- "The YHA is comfortable, the main room fantastic. I think we can spend the winter here. What do you think, Liyan?"
Liyan loved living in room 6. She didn't contemplate leaving at all, specially since she could now talk with F-sharp at length. The room was a dormitory for women, Saa and Shii in the bunk beds next to the door, Maa and Scottie in the bunk beds opposite. Elle's bed was the single one on the floor next to the window along the wall where she had hung her usual metly piece of cloth as tapestry.
What Elle particularly liked was the wood stove in the common room. As it started being chilly in the evenings, she took it on to light the fire with twigs and branches gathered from the gum trees underwood, on the way to the river. The fire was then fed with logs pulled out from under the dining room. The logs had to be split with an axe. Massa and Hiro used to bring a large crate of split logs that they filed neatly next to the stove.
After dinner the hostel's regulars made themselves cosy on the old sofas in front of the fire to enjoy an evening of old. Travel or pub stories, hearsay and gossips, all got on well with various points of view on politics and philisophy.
- "You know what?" Scottie said once, "Massa took a swim in the nude at the waterfall... Yes, I'm telling you!"
- "Was he drunk?" asked Saa, the Japanese girl from Hiroshima.
- "No, not even!"
- "Not like the other night at the pub!" added Chris who had seen Massa deeply asleep have his eyebrows shaved by a fan. As a result he had shaved the left half of his skull to match.
- "What are you going to do if you don't go to the mandarine plantation any longer?" Liyan asked the day Elle had left the sorting hangar out of the blue.
Her palms turned upwards and pulling a face she shook her head to mean she didn't have a clue. But she would find something.
A novel featuring a Chinese doll, a French woman and a flute
15 January 2007
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FOREWORD
This is not a novel really. It has no plot, no beginning and no end. It is a slice of life, the way it happened, portraying real people. A slice of life set with fantasy. This text is my own bad translation of what I wrote in French between 1996 and 1999.
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- 31. Days were spinning by.
- 30. UNDOUBTEDLY THE JAPANESE IN ROOM 6
- 29. Are you learning Chinese?
- 28. IN THE MORNING ELLE PUT A MAGNETIC PHONE CARD
- 27. So, what do we do now
- 26. THE TALL, DARK AND QUIET BUILDING
- 25. Liyan, Elle and F-sharp boarded the bus
- 24. LIYAN WAS NOT HERE
- 23. Yeah, said Liyan
- 22. THAT EVENING AT THE FARM
- 21. Elle felt she had won
- 20. ELLE THIS MORNING WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE MARE...
- 19. The shearing was finished
- 18. EARLY ON MONDAY MORNING
- 17. Tension was growing
- 16. One day
- 15. The following day
- 14. AT THE HOUSE
- 13. As Elle was walking
- 12. IDLE AND ALONE
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