CHINESE WISDOM FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A CUP OF TEA
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“There was a mad horse getting crazy in my stomach, hitting my
lungs and heart with his hooves like he was trying to get out from
there. That tea was really weird (…) At first put in an empty pot
and being burnt, afterwords boiled, full of strange bitterness and
smell of burning. I felt like spitting it out, screaming and escaping
from there, but I stayed. That's what politeness and being a
traveler requires from you. (…) I was sitting in the house of the
Bai people and wondering how to disappear. (…)
It wasn't a question. It was an order.
- Xiexie, thank you – I got up very fast, trying to put on
my face something that could eventually be called a smile. The
bitter taste of tea was twisting my tongue.
- Sit – the Chinese ordered.
I sat down.
- Drink.
I drank. And I was surprised because the second cup didn't have this
terrible bitterness - at the contrary - it was a bit sweet and
tasty! I breathed a sigh of relief. I finished the tea, put back the
cup and got up.
- Sit – repeated Chinese. - More tea.
More tea? Really, the hospitality of Bai people was starting to be
annoying.
- Drink – the girl put a cup in front of me.
I wanted to say 'no', refuse and go away but I smelled an
extraordinary fragrance. Violet, honey with a bit of spiciness. I
swallowed unspoken words and drank the third tea.
- Good tea? - the Chinese asked.
- Delicious! - I answered immediately and totally honestly.
- You see – the Bai woman leaned over me. - Tea is like our life.
The first cup - it is youth. Bitter, full of disappointments and
difficult lessons that you're getting from life. It's the time of
learning and gaining experience.
- Oh! - I sighted, impressed. That tea was so bitter that I could
still feel the pain inside me.
- The second cup is like an adulthood. Then you are able to use the
knowledge that you've gained before and you're eating sweet fruits
of what you've learnt in your youth.
It's true that in the second cup I could taste nuts and cane sugar.
- And the third cup? - I asked.
- The third cup is like an old age. A bit bitter and a bit sweet,
with a bit of honey and ginger, because the wisdom of old age tells
you that the life has a lot of different tastes and all of them are
worth trying.”
SOURCE:
My own translation & interpretation of: Blondynka w Chinach, Beata Pawlikowska, National Geographic 2012
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