Three Whites and One Black

Three Whites and One Black

The other day I went to International Travel Health-care Center in provincial capital of Guizhou for the results of my medical examination. I met four foreigners there by chance. At that time, three whites----- two ladies and one man who seemed to be at their thirties, talked with each other, on their right side was a black man at his twenties, he was sitting on the other end of the bench in silence. The whites didn’t chat with the black.

Each of them had one’s own style. Of course I mean their looks.

Let us talk about the highest lady first. She was about 177 centimeters tall. Her hair was twisted into a braid. She was outstanding among people not only because of her height, but also her thinness. Just like some runway of airplane, the lady was white, flat and long. Perhaps you may feel that she just was a pile of bones not a person when you hugged her.

Compare to her, the other lady was fat and short. If she was careless and fell down the stairs, she might be rolling down like a beer barrel. And her glasses would be going to pieces. I wonder if she was ever thinking about her weight, for her, what does beauty mean?

Still the white man was a fat one. He was not too tall, the meat was piled on his face. I was always thinking of him as a lady before the moment I met with him in the Men’s Room, opened my mouth and said to myself “why you are here”, buddy, I was shocked. It’s hard to picture that a person who wears long hair in blue without beard is a real man.

I’m not sure if they eat like a horse or eat far less, maybe they are suffering from malnutrition, maybe they just want to be themselves, or they are unable to control themselves to keep a good shape. It looks that no person is without defects.

Now time to talk about the black boy. Actually he was a dark purple person; the color of his skin was like the ripe grape that makes people’s mouth water. He has a beautiful, purple and short characteristic hairstyle of curls. His eyes were clear; a glimmer of light came through each of them. He seemed to be very healthy, but a little blue. There were three whites, and the whites did not talk with the purple.

P.S.

I didn’t know until I spoke with them that, one was from Ireland, another was from Australia, and still another was from the United States. The three people were foreign teachers at a normal university. The purple man was here for studying, he was from South Africa. I’d like to chat with him for more time because I was born to have a good feeling to blacks. But it was hard for me to understand his African English because of my poor English. They were ready to go back their home countries. Anyway I wish them a good journey.