Thanks. Yeah, I could go on and on (like seeing Titanic for the first time in a small theater in Bei Da He - with a couple in front of me making out - so I had to be the asshole who was interrupting them constantly to get at least some parts of what was said in the movie). I got to relive some old memories, realizing that they were still clear as day after all these years. But I was on my phone - so I’d already typed for an hour or two (I never mastered the art of typing on the phone - until this day I’m still swiping). Also, who’d actually want to read a wall of text, that just bubbled to the surface with little coherency and lack of creative writing.

Though I’ll see, if I can find the picture from my room’s window in Beijing back then. It still has the old Hutongs in it. I remember waking up every morning to this gorgeous view, hearing the first rumblings of the market, the first trains, the radios being switched on in the small parks everywhere for the old people’s Tai Chi exercises and the myriad of breakfast aromas in the air.

Edit: Found it. Since it’s glued to the front cover of the photo album, it wasn’t as well protected as the other pictures (which I’d also already scanned some years ago).

But for me it still invokes the same amount of nostalgia.

The writing inside the album also reminded me, that the album originally belonged to Yang Zheng, which he had gained as a price for his outstanding performance with his saxophone.