It is quite early in the night but I feel sleepy... no trace of thoughts, blank and empty mind, feel sorry for people who have to be around jet lagged individuals. Just came back from dinner out... actually was brought back on the seat of motorcycle(3 wheels one - we've got lots of attention). Wind into the face, ear rings swinging in fast motion. I am home now, on the 18th level of happiness. Am I? Well, may be, may be not, depends what I focus on...
Afternoon, at the office. Young faces around. Calm and concentrated atmosphere. A bit dim, just screens standing out of darkness. Working. Early lunch in the Chinese upscale restaurant, sticks playing tricks on me. Fork is an attractive option, just I am in China... should go Chinese way. Nice view on the district from the terrace. Contrasting tall and slim condominiums and small brick tale houses. Gardens with drying underwear, cafes and restaurants filled with Europeans... All under the gray linen of polluted sky. Late snack served to the desk by ayi... feels like home...unexpected(undeserved) care...
Morning. Sun is quite summery. Put my running shoes on. Off for the streets. People cycling to work. Some stopping on the way to grab fast breakfast. Smells good, lines are long. Running past 2 Starbucks, coffee is a trend here more than pleasurable drink. Get into the crowd in a small park, all engaged in hypnotizing motion of tai chi. Some dance to their inner music, careless of people around, deep into themselves. Some write verses with slightly tainted brushes, right on the paved ground. Not sure for whom...
Early... before the day even starts, seating up on very white bed. I am in China. Feels great, does not feel Chinese...
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