No, Im not coming back.
I now often wonder exactly what Im doing here, true.
In fact I've wondered less than one hour ago.
I was sitting on a stool down at the guì zhōu guy's - the one with the dark orange craggy face and the lão beĩ jìng slippers who drives his sān lún chē the wrong way on guángqùlù and whose little kid took a leak in the elevator with me in it, but then his mother said no, don't do that, don't do it in front of the big lão wài, it's ok to do it, just not in front of the big lão wài, I usually don't understand a word of what they say, them guì zhōu people, in their guì zhōu dialect, but THAT i understood - and I was chewing mecanically through my bāo zi - down at the guì zhōu guy's - and drinking my liáng chá, with the usual 26 pairs of slanting eyes on me, and I wondered : "Franky, exactly what the fuck are you doing here?"
And, again, I was unable to answer.
But Im not coming back. Ever.
Well, not for the foreseeable future anyway.
Maybe at Christmas, because it's Christmas and I missed last Christmas.