Beijing: the capital at the centre of the world or -better- the universe. That's what 'Beijing' means. An alternative way on how we use the word "marvelous"..
Living here is like living in some other planet. This city has nothing to do with Europe, although after the Olympic Games it has started imitating the European-ikk-style. A communistic country well-covered under the heavy blanket of socialism. I don't know if it matters to them at all. I didn't manage to figure it out myself.. Some other time.
Here people are crazy, but in a sweat way. They talk too much and too fast. They speak as loud as they can in order to understand them better. Communication is another issue!. But this world, this life here, keeps on going no matter what. And when they cry, they cry in silence, so no one can reveal their pain. They want to be happy, people lived in misery.
Every night is a dream. Not "like a dream" but a dream itself. Things look easier than you first thought, still complicated. It's all a matter of culture. I keep saying it if I ever manage to believe at least. So many things to see, to smell, to hear, to feel, to taste. All your senses alarmed, not scarrily, but happily and peacefully. Like a babby sleeping after a walk at the park. Nothing to care about. Far away from anxiety. How long is it gonna take?I wanna stay for good.
I can see satellites from this place. It's amazing the feeling when you finally realize that the light next to the beautiful full-moon isn't a star but a satellite. One of those above atmosphere layer... And that moon.. Is it the same with the one I see almost every night from home..? What a stupid question. Of course it is. But at the same moment it isn't. It can't be. This moon has a sweatness. It isn't here shinning-not by itself though- just because it has to do so. It's here because it wants to. This moon outside my window has feelings...
sailor moon
