4. Hosteller
In Portland
1.
July 3rd.
Back to Portland again. I came to work during weekends
as a part-time housekeeper for Joice Hotel 5 minutes walk
away from this hostel I am staying. A Vietnamese named
Ken with citizenship in USA working there recommended
the hotel manager to let me begin to work. This afternoon
I learned from a Janitor named Ann how to use vacuum cleaner,
a bunch of number keys and other scrubbing things.
Now I come to earn my living here in this city!
Several years staying in New York I love as a backpack traveler,
I happened to be intimate with a black janitor working
in a timeworn hotel where I was staying near Time Square,
eyeing enviously her earning her way. I remember murmuring
to myself at that time, eyeing enviously her earning her way:
" Could I loiter on the street without uneasiness about expenditure,
seeing Jackson Pollock's paintings in a gallery on So-Ho,or
sipping Americano on the Madison Square Garden, the scene
of 'Cop and the Anthem', one of short stories by O. Henry,
how happy I would be!".
In Central Plaza Hostel
Mn
July 7th
I found a way for traveler in Seattle,
I come to be a traveler in the true sense of the word here in Portland:
This idea suddenly hits me.What does the word of a true traveler
mean? The free spirit of a wanderer without care about money ?
Probably so. because I can earn living during my stay in this city.
'Could I go away farther, free from what throws me into despair!'
Everyone lives with such a hope, but nobody knows how to live
free from what confines him. Nor can even a traveler,
as free as an unbridled horse, find out his own way to get it.
Most travelers on the road are likely to hurry up to return their home.
Surprisingly here in Portland I feel I have my eyes widely opened.
In Seattle I experienced hosteling for the first time ,
Here Today I served my first day to my part-time job, So,I feel
that I am tasting a new life of travelling more freely than before
and with no care about expenditure any more. What is more,
I feel as if I were a true hosteller becoming good friend to a stranger
of yesterday,and who would say good-bye to the friend tomorrow,
I spent this morning giving a glance to bookstacks at Central Library.
In it the marble stairs was classically beautiful enough to catch
my eyes. At noon leaning on the stone stairs at Pioneer Square
I enjoyed the Mexican britos I love, small size, for lunch and
spent afternoon strolling idly about downtown.
Tomorrow before noon will idle at the café in Powell Books, and
afternoon will go by tram crossing Willamette river to the blackberry hill
in Gresham. Now I steal a glance at the blue-looking hosteller lying
in his bed, gazing up at the ceiling. What on earth makes him look
so triste?
I think of Tyler, the young hostellers from Minnesota rolling in bed,
reading a paperback titled 'How I started to write?' by Carlos Fuentes,
a celebrated Mexican novelist. And Eunrei from Taiwan slipping
his sleeping bag into my bed for me liable to catch cold.
How sweet was the days in Seattle when I shared personal talks
over bottles of wine with them 20 years or more junior to me!
July 9th
A line scribbled on the memo paper stained with coffee and
sweat put in the backpack:
What journey gives me a feeling of pain. The Willameate
awoke me to the sense of it, when I was walking
along the long, downtown side, bank of the river.
Another line:
In Portland are there Central Library with the marble stairway
to the reading room on the second floor, the café of Powel Book
the aroma of coffee from which takes a 10-dollars note, and
the blackberry hill where I fortunately got my stomachache over
thanks to a handful of blackberries. Probably without these,
this city would not to be so meaningful to me
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