I said good-bye to my friends in Xinle today. Life in the spa was very pleasant, but eventually I had to get going, no matter what.
On the road I saw someone who seemed to be carrying a lot heavier than me.
The official retiring age in China is sixty. Many a good man is forced to work unimaginably hard until his last breath, though.
And so is many a good woman.
You can see them everywhere.
Living the socialist dream.
I shot wide-angle shots today, obviously, since I had my baby back.
I like the energy.
The generous use of space.
And the feeling of a wide perspective.
When I was just walking along G107, a brave group of middle school students came to hold me up:
They invited me to visit their school, which was in the center of a work unit, sometimes kind of like a little village all by itself).
I found these kids from the countryside extraordinarily eloquent and nice to talk to.
Standard, dialect-free Mandarin, very pleasant to the foreign ear.
We chatted a while, then we found a place to shoot fun pictures:
I was trying to explain the word “dramatic” – since I don’t know the Chinese expression (shame on me).
Then I took a group picture of my new friends:
I hope they’ll soon get a chance to look at this. From what I know these kids rarely have the time to play or get online, because they study very very hard.
Wish them success.
When I continued to walk, it was already getting dark, and some of the way became a bit of a helter-skelter:
Now I’m in my hotel room on the outskirts of Zhengding, there’s a police series on TV, I have just had a nice and tasteful dinner, and I’m looking at the photograph above, the one of the old guy pulling his cart.
I guess my yoke is easy and my burden is light after all.