Heart Of Shanghai

Il faisait nuit. J’écrivais à une amie. Je lui ai inventé une histoire, écrite en anglais par pure condescendance envers elle. La voici.

- Sorry Madam, the shop is closed, please come back tomorrow !
- Excuse me sir but I really need one of your products, I have finished all at home and I cannot sleep without a least having a small one.
- You know, this is the end of the day, the stock is almost empty… I will see what I can do. Please wait a moment.

I turned back the “closed” panel to be sure she would be the last client, and then I ran through the backdoor to check what was left. “Flight on a dragoon’s back”, “First time with the postman”, “At the office without pants”… I was not sure she would like those ones. Ah ! Got it : “Lunch on the grass with the whole family”, perfect for a wednesday night, she will feel better tomorrow after that. It’s a second hand one, but anyway, still enough fresh and I tried my best.

- Oh, this is perfect !, she said after I showed her the product. Thank you so much, I knew I could count on you. You have made my day.
- Don’t be so polite with me. Your happiness is my happiness.
- I insist. Please don’t refuse this envelop. I will come back soon.
- Thank you madam. Always a pleasure to see you. Have a good night.

She then disappeared into the night. It was also time for me to go home. Tomorrow will be another busy day, so many people want to buy dreams on the black market since the government blocked them from the super network. After all, I am officially only the owner of a small movie shop. I took “Flight on a dragoon’s back” with me, and I closed the door behind me.