It is early in the morning. I am stuffed into a truck, a small gate closes and I am hidden behind a tarp. We drive for more than an hour. Away from Xiaozhou. I suppose we drive far because it was dangerous in Xiaozhou. Although I still do not understand this. The people were friendly.
We arrive at a large building. I am taken through corridors into a large room. I see machines that make steam, a machine that sucks air, a machine that says tak tak and a machine that I know: a sewing machine. The people here make blue trousers.
Are they going to fix me here? I do not feel broken. Maybe they are going to sew a different language onto me here, or steam it onto me or tak tak it on.