Today I got my day off. The sky was grey like all the normal Canadian winter days (by the way, this year the first snow in Montreal appears on Nov 4th, which is very, very late record). I tried twice to continue my E project character design, but my hands shadow was projected on the paper, it was so dark that I could not even see the lines that I was drawing. Then, just by thinking there must be something else to do, I found a metal chocolate box behind my books. That was a long story about this box. Back to the end of 1980s, when my Mom left China to meet my father in US. She asked what I want to buy before she goes. I asked with a typical childhood dream -- I want a giant transformer assembled by 6 smaller transformers. That will cost about 100 Yuan, at that period, a engineer such my mother was earn about 700 Yuan per month, and 700 Yuan equals only 100 US dollars. She full filled my wish. I put this giant transformer on top of the biggest range in my room, it accompanied me for next 7 years.
When I left China to join my parents, I left it at my room, together with my collection of 349 books. I was in Canada for more than 10 years. When I finally want back my mother town as a Canadian bachelor with a work visa, my grand mother who lives there was gone. All my books were lost -- I heart rumour said some of my relatives even came in van to take my books from another province. I could not live in my room since it is occupied now by my uncle and his wife. I was living in the loft for the next 3 years. My bed was surrounded by all kinds of old stuffs that my uncle and his family do not need. I found my giant transformer there -- completely broken in pieces. God knows, when I left it, I even not lost a single tag on it! I got a strange feeling -- such as a revenant pay a visit to his tomb. Little by little, I repaired my transformer, except some parts that I could not fix at all, the giant transformer was back on its feet. When my uncle and aunt decided I have to leave the place -- they said they got to move, and I got to move out first. But until today they are still living there -- once my room and my home. I left my old home, I put the giant transformer in 6 parts, then put them in an empty metal chocolate box, enclosed with scotch tap.
What I did not know was, when I came back to Canada 1 year later, I found myself in a similar situation: my parents bought a condor apartment during my absence. My mother told me there was a room for me. But when I was back to Canada, I found out my mother was living in my room. My father occupied the biggest room supposes used by both of the couple. I was sleeping on the hall floor for one whole year. My father forced me left even knowing I have no job during that period. His reason was so funny -- he found me noisy and he need a quiet condition to take a stomach surgery. God knows, I never watched TV, I even use earphones on my computer to listen my music when I was alone at home!
Finally, I rent my own 1 and half apartment and found a job to pay it. Today, I found the metal chocolate box, the same strange feeling came back to pay me a visit as well. I finally have my chance to assemble my childhood friend again. The scotch tap was not removed during all these years. Let it be the witness of ruthless of my bloodlines. I will revenge myself and E project is the most powerful weapon to realize my promise.
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