Not really, more like two weeks in Beijing. Yesterday i realised something rather profound. I really don't hate this place.
There are so many many reasons why i should hate this place. I'll give you but i few, because then maybe you'll still come.
It has a smell...not a good one. I can't read anything. I can't speak to anyone. It's freezing, all the lakes are frozen. People push you all day long and your preceived personal space (the amount of room a person needs to breathe, respire, exist etc) is somewhere between minimal and negligible. You can't go fifteen seconds with out hearing someone clearing their throat into their mouth and spitting. You can't walk fifteen feeteen feet without stepping in the same. People smoke everywhere, especially in confined spaces. The concept of a queue is a little more than a utpoian ideal. Everywhere beautiful old buildings are being torn down and sacrificed to the progress god, in anticipation of THE games, 2008.
But i love it. I love the food, i love the energy, i love the noise. There are certain liberties i really value here. The pushing is actually relaxing. There's none of this akward British tension of no one knowing what to do. Or what they should do. I was standing on the tube, completely in the way of a lot of people, because i hadn't noticed, but it was fine. No one scorned me, or even thought bad of me. You can muck up and it doesn't matter. It's relaxing. Also people think i look like David Beckham.
1 comment:
Hey Conor,
Being compared to David Beckham can't be all that bad. It took me sooo long to have any clue what you were on about when you said your possessions had come home. Nothing changes.
Glad to hear you are having fun. Lots of things are becoming fun for me although still not my business finances. Quantum mechanics is fascinating but makes very little physical sense to at the moment. What is the hamiltonian?! ĤΨ = EΨ + V(x)
God bless,
Robert
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