The G**gle theory :
« Finally it’s on » she thought when the computer biped. After waiting for two weeks Lisa finally received the email she was waiting for. It had been exactly 12 days 4 hours and 6 minutes since the new G**gle service sent the first invitations, and since she’d been waiting for one to come. But nothing yet…
She did everything to get one, she asked anyone she ever knew and who may have received one, she posted in every known forum of the G**gle world. After a week or so she started to feel a little bit crazy about it and every five minutes or so she checked her emails to make sure she wasn’t missing the awaited messiah.
But it was it, after all that waiting she finally got the invitation to open an account on the new G**gle+ service. She was shaking a little because of a mix of lack of sleep and excitement. She clicked on the link on the bottom of the email redirecting her to the online access program. A last she was able to fill in the required information in order to get onto the next phase and to start posting photos and videos, adding friends to her circles and reading tons of “not very deep” content.
To understand why it was such a big deal to Lisa, you’ll have to focus more on her past. It all started when she moved to China when she was 21…
The young version of Lisa came out of Minnesota University (or sssota as she used to say), with a Masters degree in Chinese language. So she took everything she had ever owned and threw it into a suitcase and rushed to St Paul International. The only flight to China was to Hefei 100 miles west of Shanghai, but she was in a hurry so she took it. 23 hours and two planes later she left from the conditioned air to the moist Chinese summer.
A bunch of old cabs were waiting for customers, as they spotted her they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. A white young female, all sweaty in the middle of industrial China, she must be a lost tourist, an easy target. But of course after a few seconds of her perfect mandarin they discovered that she was no easy target but only a friendly American in love with a vision of China.
To be kind the nicest car took her to the little pension of Mrs Miao, not a very expensive place but with comfort as they said.
The room was neat, Mrs Miao adorable and obese, it was a good combination for a Chinese hostess. She decided to go out for a walk before diner; she had no choice Mrs Miao said, so she entered the warmth of a Chinese market.
To be continued (if you’re interested).
PhoeniXclusivE 