Sha Zhou
I meet Iva Sladic on a fine afternoon in the early fall,2008.It is a time when the whole city of Hangzhou breathes a serene aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus blooming everywhere.I have never met the girl from Croatia.A teacher with the China Academy of Art has arranged the appointment with her.He told me the Chinese name of the girl and I jotted down the pronunciation in Chinese.She arrives at the café around 2'oclock.She is dressed in white.I stand up from my seat.We shake hands.