North Korea is like China in the 1960s. While visiting in the Victorious Fatherland Liberation War Museum, pointing at a map, an interpreter told us that Mao Anying, son of then President of China Mao Zedong, was died there, he said grievously. I shouldn’t feel happy about people lost their family, but I am relieved to see that because Mao Anying died, that he did not became another Kim Jong-il, that China didn’t become another North Korea.
Outside the room, down on the street was the hustling traffic; and those pneumatic drills started to sound. The grand subway construction has been progressing for months, I wonder when it would come to an end. The leaves of those sycamores that leaned past the window ticked against the glass. The sudden pour of rain was like a halt to this city; and with the spacious ease and generosity, my heart fell asleep. We might have been in anywhere, somewhere else in Venice, Italy.
The first snow in my hometown Changchun, 11.07.2010. I copied those photos from my friend’s webpage, and they remind me of how every year I spent the entire day of my birthday (if it is a Sunday) making snowmen with my friends ;)
photos courtesy of 欧阳如一