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JuJu
Juju is a French girl I met in England in spring 2005. We lived in the same building which is named grand hotel. At the beginning of the year 2005, when many new international students comes, It is so happen that I got to know some people from Poland lived in flat 15. I do not have many friend in England, as a foreigner, I lived a lonely life, so flat 15 will be the place I like to visit. Guess what,(J ) there are other two beautiful French girls also live inside one of the girl was realy beautiful. I do not know much about French people, just heard that French are very proud. So, after I said hello to them, I was very nerverus, and was not ready to talk more incase they might laugh at me. they must be very different and strange. J
French girls love plastic balls, they have a plastic ball that they stick with all the time. Whenever I visit the flat, I found they are playing with their ball, and seems very happy. It is hard to remember their names, they told me something, but, it is like noise just passes my ear. It is Something very difficult. Anyway, I pretended to understand their name and smiles and told them my name.
One day, there is a party in grand hotel, I went up stairs and it was a mess, all the people are crazy, with huge speakers People just do not sleep and dinking all the time. a few friends of mine was there, quite happy with the party. I was very tired, but in order to socialize. I stayed. Then I heard a voice,” Do you want a glasses? I will bring my cups upstairs”. I turned my head. It is the French girl from flat 15. she speak to me with such a good manner, so polite and so kind. I do need a glasses, so I said yeah, and thank you! And then we stay drink together and chat a bit. The night, I drink a lot of wine and went to sleep early and I was not having fun since the noise. Yet, from that day, I do feel that the French girl is not proud at all, seems very kind.
We have many food parties later, I cooked some Chinese food for them once for the spring festival, all the people seems enjoy it that day, but, I saw the French girl was sitting at the corner. Almost eat nothing. Later, I talked to her, and find out she was sick, but I thought it was just an excuse, she might do not like the food. But that day, I do start to have a conversation with her. And found out she is only 19. The youngest one of us. Beside this, I know nothing about her even her name.
Many days, I have not been to flat 15 to join any parties. One day, when I went back from library, I saw a beautiful shadow sitting on the stairs of grand hotel waiting for phones. Yet she do not look healthy, sneezing and coughing all the time. I realized it is the youngest one, the French girl. I strongly feel that I need to take care of her, the only thing I got is some medicine, it works with me well. so I give it to her. And she smiles, seems very happy so sweet.
I did not learn her name until ester, I was planning to travel to Swiss. Many of my friends told me Swiss people speak French and German. And the first stop will be French area. So I went to flat 15. from that day, She start to teach me how to write her name “Julie”. Juju is a very patient girl. I have never seen such patient people before. Never. She was just so good in teaching me French. I was treated like a baby. I found out she have a great love of her profession—teacher, so she could have such great patient on me. I made progress very fast. If she teaches me something, I will hard to forget. And will understand it very soon. And she even spend a long time translate some French songs for me. it is a very harsh job. Nobody is willing to do it. when I got the translation, I just can not believe it is from her. I start to like her. She is such a good person. Very different from the girls I know. Fulll of patient, care and love. Infact, other French girls also trying to teach me French, but seems no patient at all, none of them every translate any of the songs except Juju. So I feel so good to be together with Juju.
Juju is very good to friends. Her best friend is Marie, the other French girl. She could give everything to Marie as they are very nice friends. One day, some one knocked my door. It was Juju, it is the first time that she visit my flat. She dress up so beautiful, never seen here dress up like that, so pretty!! I guess it is the day of Maries birthday. We designed a T shirt for Marie, and for her best friend, she traveled everywhere with me looking for an iron to make the shirt. It is an exhausting job. But She did it. And later we have a very good party. It was very good. And she organized many things for her friend. We all envy Marie that she has such a good friend. Marie is older than Juju yet, I feel Juju take care of Marie all the time. They are perfect friends.
Spring of England was perfect, so beautiful, sunny and warm. So good for going out, those days, I spend a lot of time together with Juju and other friends. We went to seashore. We also went to a big piece of grass land and walls. Iife was golden at that time. so peaceful, so good. Sometimes just do not want to continue to the next day, Just want to stop at the moment for ever. I like Juju, and always want to be together with her. It is so good to join her. It is always good time to be together with her and she could cook many things, and I had many French food. The most nice one I had is the banana Cake, never forget. And her pan cake is the best among all students from France. She continued teach me French whenever she had time. And she was learning taking photos which was my profession. Yet. Guess what, She could do better than me. I realy enjoy the time with her and other friends. And finally I realized I might not just like her but loved her. Just always want to be together with her, do not know why and cares about her all the time. believe or not, it is so funny one day. As usual, they all went for a party in a pub. And as usual, I do not want to go there. After library, I went back to my flat and send messages to her. Yet no one replay, I realy do not know where they have been. But is it very very late. Midnight already. I send many messages. And telling myself she will be ok…that night I pray and pray that she shall be safe. And fall asleep. “La….La….La” Fire alarms wake me up. All the people in the building rushing out. Many with pajama. My flat mate and I rushed out and saying fuck and shit. But, when we get out, I found Juju was there down stairs safe, I was so happy. I do not have to worry anymore. J
Golden time always short, and because it is short, so people think it is more valuable. After June, all my friends left England, Juju went back home as well. I was very sad... do not know when shall I see her again. I spend weeks taken photos of flowers and made a video for her. She is a beautiful flower for me. Before she left, she write to me that she like me, which make me feel happy for a long time. Later I found out from a web “like” means slight love. But this tiny love changed my life, make my staying in UK wonderful. She left in an early morning, friends held a party for her. We did not sleep. And that night, I was very sad. Do not join much of the party. Just sad. After that day, my life come back to usual again. I moved out of the grand hotel and live into some very lonely place. No friends no parties any more. Summer suppose to be the best of England, yet, without Juju and Marie and other friends, it means nothing. I spend most of my time studying. Sometime will look at the great photos of the past. I felt I missed her. I put one of the photo I made on my wall so I can see her everyday. All my wall are sticked with French sentences I learn from her. The power of flower Changed me definitively. The best song I like to listen is Le pouvoir des fleurs. On MSN she continued teach me French. when the lavender is blossom, she mailed me through a package. Yet unfortunately it was lost since the regulation of mailing plant. I have never seen lavender before. She set the MSN with lavender background. So beautiful as if I can smell the fragrant. Those days, I searched whole web for lavender, there are many stories of it. Most of them are about love. The flower is a symbol of Love. I do loved her when I asked myself. But it is kind of silly since she already get a boy friend and she might not interested in me at all. And there are many things between us stopped me from thinking further. She is tall and I am short. She is beautiful and I am not handsome, she speak French and I speak Chinese, and we are in different countries and cultures. but besides this, I feel that I missed her very much. And miss all those good times.
It is near the end of my stay in UK, I do not know whether I shall continue to study there or not. But I do know, I might should visit Juju and Marie and French culture before I leave UK. This is something grown bigger and bigger in my heart. Until one day, I can not hold any more. After I applied a Visa, I flew to France. I never dream that I will visit France before. When I landed, I can not believe myself, I was in Paris. French culture is amazing. Beautiful buildings everywhere. Some of them just huge. It shocked me and I start to really respect the artist here. I did not stay in Paris very long and started to head to south very soon. After 3 hours train, Juju boarded the train to meet me. She was pretty that day, did not change much, I feel all the people sitting around me was shocked. A Chinese have been sitting on the train for 3 hours now a French girl just come and talk with him and seems know each other very well. Haha… and they continue sat on the train.
Juju’s hometown is very beautiful. Lots of trees and plants. I even saw a small deer running into the forest. Lovely senary. I got VIP treatment. We do not have to go out of the station since her car was parked inside the station. So very thing was so great. I was arranged to live in Juju’s room. It was the first time I live in a girls room very neat and tidy... with a nice shutter outside her window. She told me her cat might come to her window sometimes. And I saw the lavender which only exist in stories. South of France was so beautiful.
Those days, two girls drove me to the seashore, to visit a cave and had a picnic near the river. Good time come back to me again. The most precious day is when Juju took me to a forest, where we found many chestnuts, it is my first time to pick chestnuts in the wild. So interesting and later. Her mum cooked everything for us…great time. on Juju’s wall, there was the T shirt I made for her with all the photos from different friends. Some poster from UK. And on her computer, it is the photo of the sea which I said is better than mine. and her brother told me she start to practice hotel California. Seems she like it very much… I was impressed…
Not all the days are good. The last day when we decide to visit the mountains, it rains. Juju and Marie said, you must come back again, because there are still mountains you have not visit. Just so sweet worlds. In fact, She never know, I visit south of France all because of her. Without friends, No mountains no river have any meaning to me. I have seen beautiful mountains and river everywhere but…with this special friend, the mountain of south of France become such beautiful.
After 4 days trip, finally I have to leave for UK. That day, I was sad, since I will have to be alone again. Come back to my tedious life. I really do not know when shall I see her again. Just hope she could visit China soon. And that day, I speak nothing, sad. I was dreaming she might give me a French kiss before I leave. But it is an English hug. L
One month later, I went back to China. Finally, I am home now. Yet, My heart is still in the western world. All those great photos strange buildings sometime make me think I just wake up from a Dream, a beautiful dream. Sometime I could not believe I traveled that far and meet so many good friends and Juju. Life come back to normal very soon. All the golden times become the past. Yet the slight love stays,which encourage me to study French.
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