Chapter 5 chapter Five

The long automatic passage carried him, who was motionless, to the exit.Don't worry, he browses others among the people being browsed.He is still looking.Blue, gray, black, and brown eyes were the only ones that were missing hers.The colorful and eye-catching advertisements are still those advertisements: the stern-faced fashion models seem to step out of the picture in one step; all the cigarettes are all "the best in America"!Famous wines have unified the tastes of all mankind; perfumes have made people of different colors emit the same smell.The strange world here is so familiar, but the familiar world there has become so strange.He felt squeezed out in the overlapping of the eastern and western hemispheres.

Only then did he suddenly feel a sense of wandering. Without her face and eyes, of course, just countless long-haired men and short-haired women.At the end of the exit he knew that the premonition had never deceived him; his wishful thinking had never materialized. He flagged for a taxi.The driver, a gray-haired Negro, graciously helped him put a suitcase in the luggage compartment.He cast one last longing glance at the airport before getting into the car, as if her shadow had been left there.Yet the gray sky is so far away.Dotted nearby are two planes hovering motionless in mid-air.Space cuts off all the lingering expectations of everyone.Only then did he discover that the eaves of the international airport looked like tiles.

And it didn't rain.The air smelled of gasoline and metal.