As my cousin was assigned by her school, we had to visit France first. We were all like spring wheat in the 40 minutes long queue, the irrigation system fed us with water spewed in the air. Most part of the France Pavilion didn’t impress me much, not even Citroën. But we were lucky to take a look at some real original artwork of those famous artists. Then we decided to go to Thailand Pavilion for a 4D film. After an hour of sticky skin exposure, we settled down in a water hall, breathing the icy air. The film was shorter than expected but watching alien culture and its elegant female was pleasant enough, in addition with some real-time raindrops and sensational visual treatments.
After a late afternoon lunch, I finally headed for Israel Pavilion, and dragged my cousin with me against her initial plan :P. Compared with all other pavilions, Israel Pavilion is such a tiny place. The “sea shell” wasn’t very eyeball-catching, yet somehow it still took us an hour to wait in the queue. A big Chinese character “和", next to it Hebrew שלום and below it “Shalom”, were prominent on the wall at the entrance. There a very handsome Israeli guy briefed us our mission, in remarkably fluent Chinese. We were his infinite-number-th group of visitors. He was apparently a bit absent-minded at the routine process. But my “shalom” caught his ear and he asked Shalom, you can speak Hebrew? “רק קצת. אני לומדת עברית." answered I. Then he went on:”איפה?"…Realizing he’s now also speaking Hebrew, I said proudly:“בבית!" And he gave me a thumb up:”厉害.." I think I was absolutely delighted at my second mini Hebrew conversation exercise. Even it’s so small, what else can prove I have achieved at least a little after studying nearly four textbooks? There was a reason of the sense of accomplishment. Passing through a corridor of general information and pictures, we entered a hall of future. I love those small white globes of cold light. They were everywhere and like smart elves standing quietly. But actually they were screens of futuristic design. An eight-minute film integrated all the major Israeli high-tech industry examples, and, like or other this kind of presentations, it combines science technologies and humanities, which usually gave its audience a rising feeling of hope, though it was a little screepy that at last it read:” Everything you have seen was created in Israel. For better life.” After all the visitors left the hall, my cousin took a picture of me, hand on one of the lighting globes, as if the little elf was transmitting all its knowledge and messages to me. A retouched and smaller version of this picture looks perfectly sci-fi!
OK, the main purpose I came here was done. I then separated with my cousin and wandered into some other middle east countries. Jordan was proud of Dead Sea, as did Israel and Palestine. Some dead sea skin care cosmetics of brand I couldn’t remember were on sale, before that I only knew Israeli AHAVA. Yemen Pavilion… is not a pavilion, but a market selling dazzling gold necklaces and all kinds of stone chains, scarves and cups. ‘doh! Afghanistan was closed to visitors for reason unknown. Bahrain was actually aesthetically different from those above. Much better with absolute white. To my surprise, I had to wait to enter Palestine room while no queue outside any other countries above. I was not feeling good and asked a pair of old couple why there was actually a queue outside Palestine. They’ve got no idea either. But for one point I’m pretty sure, They, unlike me, weren’t going there to see how they present their stories of struggle to Chinese audiences. I was glad the thousands of photos that made up a big head of Arafat were, eh, ordinary. I only found one picture, a very lovely little boy stares at an Israeli soldier- judging from his helmet. But it was disregarded by everyone except me-_-. I don’t mind either they showed us too many photos of Abbas shaking hands with Mr. Hu. It felt disturbing only when I saw on the wall it said:” Palestine capital/ Jerusalem/ City of Peace” The yellow cross on the top of the dome of the rock- if I figure it correctly- was also confusing. They don’t believe in Jesus, do they? The overall impression is, in China, all the countries in the middle east become pretty… Harmonious 😉
Finally I walked on foot in the setting sun, and toured a bit in a small country in Europe, Luxembourg. Typical quiet landscapes four-dimensional, and peacefulness in every corner. And I and my cousin re-united between Russia and Croatia, rest on a lonely overpass overlooking human ants on the ground. The ending was like this: I handed over the rest of my energy to my cousin, we talked and talked and…