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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

the best thing about China

In the last 12 years, I was there about 3 or 4 times.  US bound-stopover in Hongkong, not counted :)

Almost 48 hours flying, waiting, running, scaring myself like hell crazy in between aircrafts and airport lounges.  Forty six years and an experienced traveler, that was (still) traumatic. 

I stayed in Futian Shangri-la, no cable TV, no facebook, no viber, no IG, nothing google, a handful of English-speaking Chinese.

And BeVee so full of himself, throwing hissy fits like a 2-year old.

This, was the one and the only redeeming factor.


So the best thing about China ---- Lenka!

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