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Uncle Shen and Zhu Hui (poor dogs and lucky dogs) were there. They both tried to cheer me up a little. Of course it didn’t really work, though.

And then, when I had finally made up my mind, they took me to the airport and said good-bye:

Uncle Shen and Zhu Hui

I was going to fly back to Beijing.
And then to Munich.

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