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The Fall of 2000: New Dorm

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15 minutes after a quick call, Bill's future landlord, a handsome lady in a dark

business outfit, showed up in a white SUV. Under a lush head of black hair

trimmed in a bob, she was about 5'6", and looked her late 30s. Business was

conducted in Mandarian. In ten more minutes, they briefed each other, agreed on

the terms, and the deal was done. "Call me sister Fan." She extended her hand

with a smile. She was so friendly that she helped him move.

 

Crossing the 19th street, a major city artery, on the east and the coastal Great

Hwy by the Pacific, Noriega was a thoroughfare sloping westward through Sunset

district. Between the 19th and 33rd was a bustling commercial zone. Shops and

offices lining both sides of the street reminded Bill of his hometown. Banks,

barber's shops, grocers, restaurants, telecom outlets, etc., were all reachable

within a few blocks. One did not need a car to get around, but of course this

was America and everyone Bill met drove.

 

It was a two-bedroom unit on the second floor of a three-story house at the

northeast corner of the 33rd street intersection. The two bedrooms took the

south half of the floor with windows opening to Noriega and doors to the living

room. The living area, about 200 sqft, was bordered on the east by a counter and

the small kitchen behind and on the north-east corner by a walk-in closet.

Across the room, the apartment entrance and a bay window opened to the north and

west, respectively.

 

Apparently, sister Fan had rented the place, divided it into living quarters,

and sublet them out. She took the master bedroom with its shower and bath shared

during the day. A young girl from Thailand slept in the closet. A stack of

bunkbeds sat at either end of the living area by the walls and Bill took the

lower-level of the one between the entrance and the closet.

 

The bunkbeds were only lightly used. Cheng, a mover, and Laowu, a skilled

construction worker, men in their 30s, sometimes spent a night. A native of

Shandong province, Cheng was wiry, dark-skinned, and of few words. Behind a pair

of gold-rimmed glasses, the Tianjinner Laowu was older, stockier, sunnier, and

looked more educated. Both men seemed more like sister Fan's buddies than

renters. The three often went out together for shopping and gatherings and

seemed to have numerous friends all over SF. Most of the time, Bill would have

the living room to himself.

 

Sister Fan herself was juggling multiple jobs. During the day, she dressed up

and worked as a clerk in an immigration lawyer's office next door. To Bill, she

assumed the role of a big sister and gave freely all kinds of useful tips and

advices from dining to transportation, places to go and to avoid, etc. She even

suggested that she could find him a part-time job, washing dishes at a

restaurant on weekends. That lady sure was street-smart.

 

The other bedroom rented for $800 a month but was vacant at the moment. A mother

with her teenager daughter fresh off the boat would soon move in, Bill was told,

and they came from Fujian to join their husband and father who worked as a chef

in San Mateo. The petite Thai girl studied at SFSU, worked part-time, and was

rarely seen in the dorm. She would always smile but rarely talk and that was

another thing Bill soon discovered: this was an Asian/Chinese colony where

everybody spoke poor English.

 

He was with a new group of people now, Bill realized, people with different

backgrounds and ways of surviving in the world. He had always admired those who

made living with their hands, because most members of his big extended family 

did and he himself was bad at it. Among other things, it was to avoid laboring 

with his body that he worked so hard to excel in academic. It might be an 

illusion but, somehow and as a whole, they seemed more trustworthy than his

cohort of would-be white-collar professionals. He could climb up as much as he

wanted but if he would ever fall off the ladder, they would be there for him.

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7grizzly 回複 悄悄話 回複 '暖冬cool夏' 的評論 : Thank you, 暖冬, for reading. You are too kind!

I too find it hard to write about people's appearances. So I just try not to say too much at the beginning, hoping more features would come later.

Have a great weekend!
暖冬cool夏 回複 悄悄話 On the way to LA. Will read again. This is perfectly written, your encounter of these ordinary people woven into your thinking about life. Love the ending! To write a good portrait of people is difficult. This is How I felt when I wrote about Sal. But you did a Great job! ignore the capital letters or small letters as i am using cellular phone.
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