Remembering Uncle Fuh (福伯), our "铁燕" Experience, 30+ years ago.
All the boys who went to "铁燕" in Class78 days, remember 福伯, the old man, the designated reservior guardian. After a day of hard labor, and ate our not so fulfilling diner, many of the boys, went to 福伯's residence, before sunset. The main attractions, were his story telling ability, his lonely-but brave way of life, his candid/deep/rich experience to female sexuality.
Three stories that I remember most of 福伯 are captured here. Yours are welcome, and surely be warm and fascinating as well.
>> Story Number 1: Curly Hair, the Diner Experience
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We boys, were fascinated by 福伯 in different ways. The common thoughts were: How can a person lives in the lonely hill? One must be scared to death at night, the ghosts, the evil demons? How can he survived, the foods, the martial arts, the loneliness...
But above all, we were drawn to 福伯, evening after evening, by his story telling talents, augmented by his rich, deep and fascinating knowledge on female sexuality, anecdotes. On most evenings, 福伯 was surrounded by the few boys who were regular visitors.
In most evenings, it was started by having 福伯 telling the old martial art folk/tale stories. We loved his stories, and respect him deeply (We gang up together to test our strengths by instigating a fist fight with our cook, Mr.Commandant Lai, but none of us ever dared to have a thought to make 福伯 mad, in any way). He was that commanding among all of our boys.
福伯 was lean, a bit pale, and old. His eye lids were thin, and his eyes were slanted. At the evenings, under the-oil-led lights, one could never really tell his emotion: is he angry, happy, or excited, among all of us, the boys. 福伯's story telling ability, is entirely different. The martial art stories uttered by him were fascinating, and none of us could tell the way he did. At the end of the story, we were often left empty handed in thoughts, in suspense, from the twist and turns in his stories. It was like, the martial art hero died; the patriot was betrayed, and we only lost because we were not united...
Heck, instead of just listening, can we do something about it, we/boys were full of energy, idealism... Yet, none of us, had the charisma, the guts, to revive, and continue the story told by 福伯. Once his story was finished, 福伯 sat silent, he told no more story, he just became a keen observer, listening to the reactions/feedbacks from us. He seemd enjoying it, his labor of love from telling the core story of the evening. Inevitably, our discussion of the story degenerated into one with sexual flares. It was like, can the perished hero in our story, make love with the pretty girl whom he saved, in heaven... What would be the most gratifying sexual experience, rewarding to a man, a hero sacrificed for faults not of his own making... In a nut shell, what is a man's utmost sexual fantacy in the austere setting like our beloved "铁燕"...
Evenings, after evenings, the exciting stories told by 福伯 began to fade (some repeat began to happen). 福伯 realized that, and he felt helpless to our boys (Hey man, there is only so much knowledge, and experience one can tapped into, to quench the our zest for excitements then).
Eventually, we tried to make-up, re-hashed stories in our evening gatherings with 福伯. 福伯 did not mind, and just sat silent, and listened to our youthful innocence...We/boys, always tried to tell and massage the story into ones with a sexual flare, relating to our beloved girls in the commune. We did try, one after another, to tell a story that may match 福伯's level of excitements. Unfortunately, our story telling ability, especially to each other, failed miserably. We, were left aimless at "铁燕", with 福伯...
With no fresh excitements that we could extract from 福伯's, our evening gathering began to subside. On one evening, one of our boys, randomly complained at front of 福伯, by saying that, lately he saw human black hairs in our foods, the famous "铁燕" rationed foods. This classmate's observation was echoed by another classmate, and another classmate... and so on...
Heck, "铁燕" was known for its less tasted foods, but, then there was human hairs in it... you know the sentiments, the sense of insults... Still, we try to use this as a lead, to make it into a story/discussion with 福伯, in our evening gatherings. Again, the story went no where, we were just dejected, about our foods, the human black hairs seen in our food...
福伯 observed all of this, in our discussion. He suddenly stepped out of his silence, and simply asked: Boys, those human black hairs seen in your food, were they STRAIGHT, or CURLY !!!???
Whalahhh... those were "CURLY human hairs"!!!
Exclaimed by the young boy who started it all (those were his proudest moments...).
We boys, immediately seized a new life, a new zest, a new aim in life.
"Curly Hair", one boy explained to the puzzled classmate standing next to him, by simply saying, "look underneath your arm pit...and no further".
We finally had a sense of relatedness in this unforgiving, but beautiful landscape...
Thank you, 福伯!
End of blog, the "Curly Hair Story" at Iron Falcon Commune, 1976.
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>> Story #2: "I will Catch No-Man, with No Pants"
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福伯, was a very dedicated reservoir watcher, our beloved "铁燕" Reservior bank watcher. You don't want any one to sabotage the reservior banks, releasing waters accidentally, causing flood damages...
One day, while on duty, 福伯, observed a group of young men, taking bathes at the "铁燕" Reservior. All of the the young men, were skinny dipping, with their clothes/underware scattered throughout the water's edges. The thoughts of these young men were, in-and-out, I will take the most refreshing dips, and run the fastest without the burden of dressing-up my clothes, if anyone come after me in surprise...I will just grab my under-pants, and run...run...
福伯 saw it, all from his residence (near where our classroom/dormitory), from the distance. He was mad as hell: Young men, ignored all respects to him, skinny dipping in bright day lights, right at front of his eyes...
福伯 charged down the hill (you and I know the hill), wavering the batton, on his right arm, and cursing with bad words on his mouth as he decent...
As 福伯 got closer to the water's edge, the young men, the skinny dippers suddenly realized the big surprise from above. They begin to run for the escape. Escape?, everyone instinctively ran to grab their under-wares first, then run, run, run...
These young men were scattered like chickens, chickens... How can 福伯 catch any one of them???
Then from a distance, we heard 福伯 begin to scream:
"I will Catch No-Man, with No Pants"...
"I will Catch No-Man, with No Pants"...
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You know the end of the story, 福伯, round them all-up, all of them were naked, none of them with pants...
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>> Story #3: "福伯", and me at 铁燕
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I run-out-of-time to gather the thoughts.
Your inputs here/next.
Thanks.
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