Saturday office to enjoy four consecutive days of vacation after by the famous Dragon Boat Festival.
I stay in Beijing next to my parents, who like a good pilgrim comes once a year to China, and Sun Wukong was traveling west to India in search of Buddhist scriptures, my mother flies in British traveling east to China in search of her daughter and new experiences. Because each year is a new neighborhood, a new home and neighbors increasingly people. The center of Beijing, and there are few, those who are in their pajamas to buy tomatoes in the truck of vegetables.
I'm getting older, not gray, that these are from my 17, but by the conception of time. The course of a year is no longer an abyss, and the various cycles go faster and faster, but always new. Again summer seasons, walks the cool night, holidays at sea, an old car in Madrid over six years now, is it too much? is it enough? Wait a few more years and I look very little. Friends, life, the past we have, those who stayed, those who choose, those who want. The shamelessness, the more self-confidence, accountability, workload. Family.
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