Believe it or not, I actually could not wait to get to this
blog. Last week was quite eventful but there was one highlight I’m gonna get to in a minute. Outside
of that, I went out with my favorite peers, discovered a new beer spot at
Dingxi Lu, played some pool at My Place and went for a vegan potluck at my
friend’s place on Friday. Haven’t been to one for a while and I kinda
missed that. Again, lots of great food, salads, raw cakes, fruits. One thing I
know for sure, I’m gonna die vegan...
And then there was Saturday. Fucking Saturday. In the evening, I met with my biking partner who’s on Ramadan these days, so we went straight to the peanut sauce noodle place to fuel her up after a day of fasting. Then we carried on to the arcades when we met with my favorite girls from Montenegro and went kinda crazy on those gaming machines for about two hours. It was their first time and they loved it. As expected. Awesome evening.
Now, here comes the fun part. So we leave arcades just to
find out my bike is fucking gone. My Forever light blue bike I got almost two
years ago and used it pretty much every day ever since. My friend’s bike was still there, mine was
nowhere to be found. I canvased the area a bit to make sure somebody had not
moved it, but no luck there. Since I don’t
usually communicate with police unless I necessarily have to, I didn’t even think of calling them and
reporting it. Don’t get me wrong, I love that
bike... On the other hand, it was not that expensive and I can afford getting a
new one... But the girls seemed not to accept the situation so we ended up
talking to this traffic cop standing nearby who advised us to call 110 – local equivalent of 112. So we
called them and reported the shit. There was even an English operator
available. They told us to wait there for a bit as a car is on its way. So we
grabbed some beers at a Family Mart around the corner and waited. And a pretty
big, shiny police car indeed arrived in like 5 minutes. After providing some
basic info, they asked me to go to the station to do the full report. My biking
partner offered to accompany me which I gladly accepted as, unlike me, she
speaks some Chinese. At that point I did not really expect to see my bike ever
again so I just took it easy, went with the flow and enjoyed the bizarreness of
the situation.
I hopped in the cop car (my first ride in a cop car ever)
with a beer in my hand and got taken to the station at Yan’an Road. I kinda expected them to ask
me to leave my fucking beer outside but nah... I got all the way to the
counter, still drinking my Tsingtao. The cops were all friendly, took all the
info they needed and told me that they gonna keep in touch in case there’s any development. Which translates
as “no way José”. Again, I wasn’t happy
about the situation but I wasn’t
outraged neither. And the whole thing was way too random for me not to dig it.
After that, we walked back to arcades to pick my friend’s bike and then continued to my neighborhood where the
girls were having a drink at some bar. And then in happened... After like 1
minute of walk, I noticed my bike... Somebody just moved it like 50 meters. No
idea why, no idea who, no idea what the goal was. I mean it was way too far for someone to move it because it was in the way of anything... Whatever.... So I just took it, we grabbed
some street food and celebrated the success in the bar. Fucking unbelievable...
But yeah, my bike is fine, everything turned out good, it’s all gucci... Today, I even gave a
call to the station to let them know not to search for it anymore. To make sure
they won’t jump me at some point.
Other than that, everything is okay around here. Feels quite
busy these days but I’m at
the finish line. In Europe, it’s gonna
be nothing but the good stuff, tats, travels... We’re getting there...
Highlights:
- Future – Superfly soundtrack. Great body of work.
- Did some night skating around Shanghai. God damn, it’s awesome.
- I’m back on my lyrics shit. Gearing up for some recording in the summer. That I really look forward to too...
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