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The flight arrived in Hong Kong at five in the
morning. His destination was Shenzhen and he had to take a bus to
get there. He waited in the wet and cool of a bench outside the
airport, brooding over why he had accepted such a complicated
assignment.
After two hours of travel, he arrived at the border with China. The bus did not continue further. No one spoke English, but he understood he had to go down to walk to the border.
While on the sides, the soldiers in perfect military attitude, with their weapons in their arms, searched every possible transgression, Minichi crossed a small pedestrian bridge to arrive at a large building used as a frontier. He had the opportunity to observe, just below the walkway, a wall protected by barbed wire on both sides and an excessive amount of signs posted. Crawlers at reduced speed patrolled the area.
He could not understand the reason for such an oppressive control by passing from one province to another.
He entered the large building crowded with people. Everyone, with a few sheets in hand, was intent on writing on prepared tables and then go in line and deliver them in the many controlled accesses.
Minichì turned to one of the guards showing his passport with a visa. In an unkind way, he took a piece of paper and made him understand he had to fill it out and then went to the control of foreigners.
He diligently wrote what was required while remaining in doubt he had compiled it correctly. The explanations in English were rather approximate.
No one was in the queue in the check reserved for foreigners so he went to hand over the passport and the piece of paper. The guard stared him in the face, checked his passport and smiled making some changes to the completed sheet.
After a few moments he found himself outside the building, assaulted by many people with questions impossible for him to understand. When he showed the map with the hotel where he had the reservation, each of them interrupted the conversation for no apparent reason.
He then went into the long queue of waiting taxis, but each taxi driver, seeing the location of the hotel, shook his head and refused to accept him on board.
There were some guards to check the situation. He turned to get assistance to one of them, showing the map. The guard nodded and walked to the first taxi waiting and, with decisive gestures, admonished him. He then called Minichi, inviting him to get on.
Ten minutes later he found himself in front of the hotel, understanding the reason for the rejection of all taxi drivers. After a long wait, the route was too short to wait after for the next customer. Minichì smiled handing a large tip. The taxi driver thanked him bowing.
After two hours of travel, he arrived at the border with China. The bus did not continue further. No one spoke English, but he understood he had to go down to walk to the border.
While on the sides, the soldiers in perfect military attitude, with their weapons in their arms, searched every possible transgression, Minichi crossed a small pedestrian bridge to arrive at a large building used as a frontier. He had the opportunity to observe, just below the walkway, a wall protected by barbed wire on both sides and an excessive amount of signs posted. Crawlers at reduced speed patrolled the area.
He could not understand the reason for such an oppressive control by passing from one province to another.
He entered the large building crowded with people. Everyone, with a few sheets in hand, was intent on writing on prepared tables and then go in line and deliver them in the many controlled accesses.
Minichì turned to one of the guards showing his passport with a visa. In an unkind way, he took a piece of paper and made him understand he had to fill it out and then went to the control of foreigners.
He diligently wrote what was required while remaining in doubt he had compiled it correctly. The explanations in English were rather approximate.
No one was in the queue in the check reserved for foreigners so he went to hand over the passport and the piece of paper. The guard stared him in the face, checked his passport and smiled making some changes to the completed sheet.
After a few moments he found himself outside the building, assaulted by many people with questions impossible for him to understand. When he showed the map with the hotel where he had the reservation, each of them interrupted the conversation for no apparent reason.
He then went into the long queue of waiting taxis, but each taxi driver, seeing the location of the hotel, shook his head and refused to accept him on board.
There were some guards to check the situation. He turned to get assistance to one of them, showing the map. The guard nodded and walked to the first taxi waiting and, with decisive gestures, admonished him. He then called Minichi, inviting him to get on.
Ten minutes later he found himself in front of the hotel, understanding the reason for the rejection of all taxi drivers. After a long wait, the route was too short to wait after for the next customer. Minichì smiled handing a large tip. The taxi driver thanked him bowing.
Far East - Incipit
Minichì
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