Baltic Sea Walk Freely (14)
Mr. Caviar. Back at the chalet, we planned to have instant noodles for dinner. Just as we were enjoying instant noodles at the table in the common area, a Taiwanese man in his forties and fifties came. He took a bag of caviar and squeezed the caviar on the biscuits, and I guessed it was his dinner. We had a few quick small talks. He told us that instant noodles are not nutritious and asked us not to eat instant noodles. He asked us again if we wanted to eat caviar, and we quickly replied that we didn't. At this point, I had an evil idea that came out of me: could he be trying to exchange caviar for our hot instant noodles? He asked us about some simplified and traditional Chinese characters, and felt that he was a master who did not speculate. So we hurriedly finished eating instant noodles and went out for a walk again.
Good night. In the evening, all the guests who should have come back have returned. On the other side of Ivan slept with a Hong Kong girl named Alice, who was still in her early twenties and still in college. Of the two beds against the wall, one is Mr. Caviar and the other is a lady from Brazil. The bed on the other side of me was an Indian man. Ivan wore an eye patch and earplugs, and soon fell asleep, but it was difficult for me and the strangers to fall asleep in the midst of the rising and falling snoring.
