I don’t know how I can describe this one year’s duration. I come to this placid land and for a breath of free air. If I am a bird away from her nest, then I should be a migrant bird. My homeland is always out of the east side of this world. But in other seasons I enjoy the gentle climate in such a distant country. Maybe I am more similar to a kite, flying with a line on the belly button
Meet Zhanghua’s friend again. Maybe this is the same one that I met last year.
Night garden. A touched night together with „kinder Puntsch“. Even I had a frozen heart, it can be melted.
The last class in the language school. All students will bring their own food to celebrate finishing a level’s class. I am crazy about this Turkey Sweet. Very very tasty.
Dirk and Christina’s wedding. Pure love is nothing about money, status and reputation. For life or for death, however, separated, To our wives, we pledge our word. We held their hands;—–We are to grow old together with them.
In Dortmund Christmas market. Most stories between me and Veit happened in Christmas market. Perhaps that is my present from Buddha.
One church in Essen. Every morning on my way to language school, I pass this beautiful church.
In kolner Dom, in such a placid afternoon a man read a book in the Church. Have a kind of feeling that God is somewhere there.
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