Imagination of the Scene

The apartment that always exuded odd smells after rain, and the seven-year cicada that I often brought with me everywhere I went in a matchbox; many memories of my childhood had been uprooted after my thirteen years of living overseas. I really doubt that, after Taiwan has signed the WTO agreement, in an afternoon in June, a sly broker ordered three antique fans to carry my city and fly across the southern China Sea. The city of my childhood was sold to a rich business man from Southeast Asia to relieve his homesickness.