Worse Than Having Bad Hearing

Sienna’s piano teacher-to-be took me to look for a piano to buy. On our way to this piano manufacturing place where she used to work, I was telling her how I was such a deaf to the music. I was not a visual person either, I added. Then I said I only had a sensitive nose, relatively speaking. Cursed by bragging. The plant is situated a stone-throw away from the city’s garbage dump ground. In fact it is a mountain already. And the wind was blowing my way today. I was so grossed out the whole time when we were there.

In China, bad smells everywhere. This was such an extreme case because the place that produces instruments to make beautiful sounds is so completely soaked in bad smells. Alas! I placed my trust in the piano teacher. We did pick up a piano among a few dozen options. It’s an German brand originally, relocated in Toronto and now being crafted in China. Pretty meaning for us to have.