Going Home

We are on the outside looking in. The weather is not too bad. They can hear children playing, people in the neighborhood laughing and speaking their language. They don’t feel quite as lost as they have been. Tomas and Hoshi got an eviction notice, and they had to move. There’s only two that you can see. That is a lot of stuff for two people, but they are moving somewhere close by. They are crumbing down.

Simply not prepared for the outside world, it was impossible for Tomas and Hoshi to find proper housing. They have packed up their belongings, and they are going back to China town where they can find a place they are familiar with and can afford. Hopefully they can eek out a living there.

That is all their household goods: beds, tables, kitchen supplies, suitcases, newspapers, bags of clothes. They have some pretty good stuff there, the makings of a house, wood planks, and other things. They are not rich, but they are not poor. These are things that are important to them, which they have had all their lives, items they do not want to part with. You can see two of them. They did all of this. They should have done something differently. It was a mistake. They gave a couple of chances.

On the way to Chinatown, their load exploded on the street. A few people came to their aid and helped them continue to a familiar waylay. Hoshi took them out of their familiar surroundings. She is the ambitious one. I don’t know where, if they are coming or going. They are leaving the big city into more familiar territory. They are going to the more familiar but get lost on the way. They don’t know where they are going so they have got to find someone to help them know which way to go.

This is interesting, slowly, but badly. I don’t know.

She is intelligent, and she knows the way. She is protecting the objects on the carriage. They aren’t exactly lost. They are going back to where they are more familiar with the customs, more people with their ethnic make-up. Far ahead is familiar territory, suburban as opposed to urban, a place more hospitable for them. They have a chance for a home and a life. They are parked there waiting for traffic to clear.

We can think of hundreds of excuses. They know what they’ve got to do. They have never been down that road. They are ridiculous to load everything on that one little tricycle-thing to move it. It is tipping already.

They hear doors closing, windows opening and shutting, people are just beginning to wake up. Go stand on a street corner first thing Sunday morning, and tell me what you hear! They have to stop a minute and wait for someone to come out and ask them, “Do you smell anything?” But that would be stupid, because they have a lot more to think about than what they smell. There are no people anywhere, everything is closed, so how can they smell anything? Do you smell something? No. There’s no skunk in the city. That is ridiculous. Skunks live in the forest. Let’s be practical. This area is not inhospitable, because they have all done this before.

They can relate. The two of them need help. Nobody has established where they end up - a campground or a hotel? You don’t know. I would assume a campground because they can’t take all this stuff in a hotel room. They have a house somewhere, which I doubt. This is a bunch of malarkey. Ask me what malarkey is. It’s bullshit.

Barbara, Patricia, Dorothy, Maxine, Jeanne, Alice