Kajole Arjina, brain damaged. Amnesiac running across the roof tops. Alien refugees trapped behind a wire fence. Hallucinating. Storms and maidens screaming with black eyes. Camera phones, constant snapping. They followed him. Aliens hunting aliens. Dreaming of storms at sea. The woman in red walking among the black and white world. Kajole is brain damaged, I think. He can't remember. Running across roof tops. The slums of Guangzhou. The refugees hive. A council of aliens sent them here. They have nowhere else to go. Humanity, so generous. She let Kajole in, dragged him off the streets, gave him clothes, let him watch TV. The police are tired. The refugees are restless. Yet no one compromises. I think he's brain damaged. Listens to old human music reaching four hundred years of age. The police think he's brain damaged. He can't remember a thing.
The Morikai refugees among dusty concrete favelas. Kajole, a foreigner among his own people. Woke up half naked in a shed. Ran across roof tops fleeing the bad tempered schizophrenic. She let him in gave him a TV to watch. Towers piercing they sky. Scarily tall and thin. Impossible. Unfamiliar. He can't remember. They're not alien anymore. They've been here too long. The humans so generous. The council of races appeased. The Morikai trapped behind a wire fence. The slums, the only home they know. The police, they keep on finding drugs. Do these Morikai not know? Poor Kajole lying unconscious in the street, THEYVE FOUD YOU! Too weak to move. Too scared to resist arrest. These humans really don't trust the refugees. Equality is not yet theirs to share.
Guangzhou... unbelievably beautiful at night. Highlighted by the fait blur through the glass window of a police car.

- A kind of Trailer for "Last Train to Lijiang" Chapter 1. A novel I'm slowly writing