I Leave You a Solo Performance
by Hussel Zhu ︎︎︎A tall white guy at the Rotterdam Blaak train station yelled at me in Dutch for no reason. His saliva splashed out. He expressed his emotions fully and freely with his arms dancing in the air - as if he found the ultimate relief in his life.
I didn't understand a word he said.
After shouting for a minute, he finally realized the confusion in my eyes. He was so sweet to translate the sentence for me, "Go back to your country, Chinese!"
Omg, how could you know I am Chinese?
...And there was no ticket.
"Go back to your country, Chinese!" He repeated it in English again as he tried to ensure everyone present understood. Yes, it was social equality.
"Wish I don't understand English, then I won't feel discriminated against." he seemed can read my thoughts. He switched to Dutch and continued his performance again - thank god, now I can only focus on his ugly movement.
His motion reminds me of the busker on the street. My mom told me that they should get a job. Somehow, I suddenly shouted: "get a job, bitch..." I made up a few sentences like a little boy does when he doesn't know how to fire back, then I walked away immediately, almost like an escape.
However everyone stared at him, but no one looked at me because I walked so quickly that I withdrew myself from the role of being discriminated.
I stepped onto the escalator, which brought me further. He looked like a lunatic from a distance.
I heard that exhibiting lunatics was an ancient custom in the Middle Ages. They exhibited lunatics for a penny every Sunday.
It happened there was one cent in my pocket.