Caesar Introduction

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Last summer I returned to spend a month working at the front desk of the West building of my uncle’s hotel in ....... China. It was fun and I met many people and saw many things and tried many foods. The hardest goodbye was not to the sea of rain-and-shine-umbrellas, the endless restless breathing subway malls, the clamoring tea houses, or the jabbering street vendors; save for the occasional bout of reminiscence brought about by singularly indecipherable olfactions, I would take very little from them and they would fade in my memory, growing dimmer each time I turned them over in my mind until I would no longer recall them past these vague expressionless words. The only exception to the decay is Caesar, from whom I would take much more than a memory of bitter cigarette smoke that clung perpetually to him.