Ostrich Egg

So, France lost in the World Cup. Yeah, I was a little sad but they have done their best. What can I say? C’est la vie! The afternoon thunderstorm slashed the thick air in the city; and I was on the bus, looking out the window. I said it was all good, we did need some water to cool down the high temperature we’ve been having for the last few days.

One of my students told me the next host country for the World Cup would be South Africa. That’s interesting to know because no one seemed to mention it at all. I don’t know much about South Africa, only the memory from the navy days. Da-Bei was on a tour and stationed over there for a few days. He brought me some colored stones and an ostrich egg. I think I still keep the egg at my parent’s house.

Gosh, those military days were so far away, almost fading into oblivion. I didn’t like my service and always think it was a waste of time. What did I learn? Nothing! I read many English novels and that could be the only beneficial thing for the entire two years. But speaking of South Africa, I think of my ostrich egg and the novel I got from Da-Bei. I recall the day he came back to the classroom and told me he was soon leaving for the battleship fleet. We were at the naval school in Zwo-Ying…