More beers ordered, this time in French, Ya’s gone, a phone call’s made, we’re makin’ no sense. Ya’s, Ma moves like Wong Kar-Wai’s In The Mood For Love’s Su Li-Zhen. Ma parle á son fils Ya, puttin’ down the phone she opens the fridge. A young man sleeping by the window, The Professor pouncin’ makin’ a snap snap photo. The sun dusty Naples yellow the sky lemon juice tea brown the hotel room humid our last morning in town. A taxi driver from hell weavin’ lane races a tourist bus and courier van at 100 miles per hour. The back seat drivin’ Professor about to say somethin’ when a motorcycle screaming passes by on the airport expressway goodbye Beijing.