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Yesterday I went to see the opera Turandot, Don myself with my imagination. This was our farewell joint plan of Beijing, and eventually I had to go alone. The contingencies of life, how you can change a plan for future overnight. So come and play problems and accept them. And to be strong.

cycles: one came to Beijing and Beijing I leave alone.

In Madrid I expect our new home, our new life, my new job.

me in Beijing are the successive bounces, moves more (moving, shopping ..), recent photos, recent trips, visits to my favorite restaurants, the latest discoveries (I was cycling yesterday fighting laziness and cold to the neighborhood of Hepingli, pleasant discovery, the archetype of neighborhood Peking).

Many of my friends have gone, that makes everything a little easier and more depressing. These days I see the city from another perspective, new feelings and experiences.

Noto as time goes much faster now than some years ago, I most certainly do. Three years resemble my six months in London five years ago.

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began to take stock of these unusual three-year peak in Beijing. Now that I'm off my head starts to develop a self-defense mechanism is to see the negative aspects of my beloved hated Beijing:
- A backlog worse every day, five million cars and seven million in 2015, according to the Government.
- Pollution: Saturday reached level 5, in which health authorities recommend not leaving the house. We who are in the preparatory steps of back, we were almost all day on the street. On Sunday I had a headache and was feeling sick as if a hangover (a year ago that I do not smoke nor drink because I developed an allergy to alcohol a little sinister.)
- transport: the subway at rush hour is packed, literally. Sometimes I have to wait up to three trains to climb, despite the work of the pushers.
- traditional neighborhoods and the imminent destruction: too many to absorb changes in a person like me who treasure every detail. It is too much for me.

other hand, the dawn in my hutong on a sunny day is priceless. Despite the damp, vermin night sleeping in my patio, gutters to the front door full of noodles and waste and all sorts of discomforts point. What most miss is my neighborhood Gulou, the shopkeeper who lives in a hovel with his wife and baby, always with a smile that I fix the bike, the Pekingese dogs in the neighborhood, jiaozis our favorite restaurant, my Rui friend with whom I make the prints in black and white, Chinese modernillo store photos, music Kuzi Xin (although the CD I take them) ...

And great friends counted on the fingers of one hand.

And the constant learning that leaves me brain fried every day.

And the stinky tofu and egg millennium.

Everyone looks to China, but I will not stay in the race. I decided to buck the trend. When I had no goals, and now I have been met.

I have luck.