Originally posted on Biddle Writes:
The following story is the second installment in my longer piece, “Loawai!” a portfolio of stories from my travels in China. To read the first part of “Laowai!” click here.
I wake up. Nothing. No Mr. Li. No food. No sassy grad student from Seattle, and no heat. I pull out my computer and discover that there’s no internet. I try to turn on the TV, but there’s no power button on the box itself and no batteries in the remote. I can’t find a broom to sweep up the dust bunnies. I can’t find soap in the kitchen to wash the dirty dishes.
I unpack the rest of my things, and wonder if Mr. Li plans to stop by, just for a check up. He’s given me a phone number, but I don’t have a phone. There’s a balcony for hanging clothes in my room, and from it I can see a shop where people leave with bags of food, chewing on steamed buns, or cracking open a fresh can of Sprite. I gather my wallet and the set of keys Mr Li has given me and exit the apartment.