31 heat wave in Beijing. My car key. Chinese blog

The latest news from Beijing: after the severe cold in every household as a result of the Policy of the Ministry of In-House temperature a new problem seems to arise.

On november 15, I sent congratulation telegrammes to my Beijing acquaintances. On that day the Ministry opened the heating system and ended the coldness( inside= outside=3 degrees C).
One of my readers remarked that now in all those apparments a new problem seems to arise: in many houses now it is uncontrolable hot nowadays!

On november 14 more than 80% of the inhabitants (including me) were sitting in their homes in their double pullovers and winter coats, or sleeping at 2100 in their beds under double blanckets.
November 16 there were sweating in 30+ degrees in tiny T shirts with their noses as close to the open windows as possible.


But the kind person who told me this does not complain. No Chinese will complain. The cold and also the cold in my heart I wont tell you about forced me to return to Holland. And when I tell this to my Beloved Chinese Friends, they smile at me and interrupt me or call me a spoiled dutch brat. And maybe I am. I dont care.

Last evening I had my own personal heatwave in Holland. At the gasstation. I parked my car at The Essostation. Took the key of the car. Filled the tank. Walked 20 meter to the desk and payed. Then I went back, opened the door...but where was the key of my car?
I checked all my pockets, walked back and forth scrutinizing the ground like a hunting dog. No key. Then in the car. No key. Then on my knees to look below the car. No key.
I asked a friend who passed by to also do some detective work...no key.
There I stood, with my unmovible car (automatic gear), unlocked, the gorgeous Italian M. in front of one of the 10 gaspumps.
So in the end I phoned the company in the village nearby that normally removes wrecked cars from the highway to pick up the M.
'Did you look well enough?'
The driver was called Derk Jan.
'Ýes,'I said.
"Do you mind if I look? Thats cheaper than drag that car to my parking place.'
Of course I did not mind.
The very kind man came back with a mining lamp on his forehead and some metal wires. And Yes. Of course I had looked everywhere. But did I look good enough?
The key was hidden in a very lousy spot, nearly not detactable. And he found it.
Silly. Driving along happily I opened the window to cool my warm body. Where are my spare keys? I really wouldnt know.

Why so absent minded? And why bothering about the China cold or heat?
Arent there more important subjects? Yes, there are, or rather: is and that is Argentina. I see myself drifting slowly from its shores. Its time to fetch the oars and start paddling again. But how does Argentina look like? Thats for the next time.