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Anfractuosityisnotalwayscomplicatedorinvolvedbetweentimes.Ihappenedtocomeupousuchathing.
Lastwinter,myfriendinvitedmetopayavisittohishometownaftershehadbeentheresomedaysbefore.Hewroteandtoldwherehishomewasanddrewadetailmaptome.Hesaidhewouldmeetmeatthestation.
Ireachedthereatthedusk.Unfortunately,myfriendwasnotwaitingformeatthegateoftheexit.Havingwaitedforhimsomemunites,Idecidedtogotohisresidencebelievingcouldbeeasytofindtheplacedirectedbythemap.
Thecityisastrangeplace.Accordingtothemap,Isteppedontothemainroadtohishome.However,ItwasnotlongbeforeIhadfoundthestreetstherewerecomplicated.Themainstreetleadingmewaszigzag,nowwestward,noweastwardandoccasionallybackward.Evenmore,prettyafewlanesstuckoutfromtheothersideofit,somethinglikeoddsandendsofthebranchesofatree.Itriedhardtofindoutthelanetomyfriend’s.Afterhadpassedthoughalane,Ilookedupthemanonceagain.Ididn’trealizedIhadlostmyselfuntilIwasnotabletodistinguisheastfromwest.
Itwasgettingdark.Sooneverythingwasbecomingdarkaroundme:theskywasovercastwithdarkclouds;thestreetlampswereflickeringinthedusky;thehouseswerecouldbeseenonlyintheiroutlines.Itwasacomplicatedsurrounding,too.
Ihadnochoicebuttohavtoaskthewaytothepasserbys.Unluckily,themixedaccentofthelocalinhabitantwasstillmorecomplicated.
“Hi,couldyoutellmethewaytotheXingfuDadaoStreet?”Iaskedanoldwoman.
“Flomhertade…”,saidshe.ShespokesoquicklythatIcouldtellsomesomewordsfromthewholeandtherestofthemIcouldnotfollowatall.Ithoughtthatperhapssheseemedtotellme“fromheretothe…”
Ihadtoturntoanotherman.
“Flomhertade…,”heutteredthesamephrasewithasingingvoice.
Icouldnotevencatchafewisolatedwordsandphrases,andalltheytoldmewasinvain.HowshouldIdoinsuchacomplicatedsituation?IsitpossiblethatIstayintheopenairtopassthecoldnight?
Iwasworriedandregrettednotwaitingformyfriendsatthestationlonger.Thenorthwindwasblowingharderandharder.IfeltIwasfreezingtodeathinthedamnedweatherinthiscityoftheborderarea.Couldanybodycometohelpmeoutofthedifficultposition?Iamonthevergeofgivingupallmyhope.Goodheavens!Iftherewereanangel!
“Whereareyou,myfriend?”Imurmuredtomyself.
Godblessme!Iwasinalatherovernobodyforhelp,whensuddenlyIcaughtsightoftheage-oldtreeatmynose,whichmyfriendhadmentionedinhisletterandmarkeditinthemap.Hishomeisrightbesidetherightofthetree.Whataeasyanfractuosity!
Atthattime,myfriendhurriedup,lookinghereandthere,asifhewasattheendofhistether.Hewashuntingformeworriedly.Istoppedhimandshoutedtohim:“Iamhere”.Weembracedarmsinarm,tearsrunningdownbothofourfaces.