At a mountaintop, somewhere, somewhen.
Bits and pieces of remembrances of what transpired there.
I was standing there watching Jack and Peter trying to rent out one of the rooms to an Indian. His son was about to be enlisted and the Indian wanted to rent a room, I guess, so that his son could be nearer to the camp. They looked younger than I remembered them to be. I've never met Peter and Jack since the 90s, when their father died, and I saw Peter cry his heart out. The last I heard of him was him being a successful solicitor in Hong Kong. As for Jack, I've stayed briefly at his place in 98, and I had no idea what he's been doing.
The discussion was swift, and when Jack asked, strangely, in Mandarin, "七十五可以吗?", the Indian agreed. After the Indian left, Peter then demanded for a cut. I was surprised that Jack agreed, as Peter didn't make any contribution as far as I can see. Perhaps Peter brought in the client.
In a run-down room somewhere near the room that would be rented out / was rented out - a fairly sexy and attractive lady was standing near me, and when someone else approached the room, the lady was quick to go into hiding. Was she in debts, or did she have something to hide? I had no idea.
In a dining room nearby, I found myself seated among a group of people I had not known, having dinner or soup together with them.
Leaving the mountaintop, I was walking briskly. There were people in front and behind me.