I am back in Prague from my 2.5 months in China, it took me up till now to come to terms with this fact... :) I thought not writing anything or not talking much about it would prolong my mental return to this 'old' place..
I really loved my last day and night in Beijing, on Saturday the 17th of February. Everyone in Tibet and China was celebrating the New Year. A flight from Lhasa on that day to Chengdu and to Beijing; it took almost the whole day. In each city a glimpse at the festivities and huge and never-ending fireworks. Beijing was near to dangerous when trying to walk some of the streets in the center.. And strangely, after a month of traveling around the country, the one night stay in the capital felt like coming home.
..As if writing meant forgetting or killing the memories one cherishes of special moments. I hope I am wrong!
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