Guest in Training
She spoke in a Cantonese dialect. He responded in Mandarin. I just babbled in English.
— Dog or lamb?
— Lamb, of course.
— We ate chicken intestines just days before.
I remember this odd conversation we had earlier today while I lay resting in some structure reminiscent of a bed that feels far from it. In the wall across me hangs an original artwork surely done in one of the many painting factories around here. It’s a generic landscape. A beach, some bay, the view of any country seaside. Recognizable even while it’s hung upside down.
At Guangzhou’s Sun Yat-sen University Training Apartment Hotel, the receptionists, concierge, maids and every other employee are in training. I suppose this makes me a guest in training, too.