A silent night

The silence is around me. I wouldn't hear the cries of the children who just finished their school on the morning. Because it is night. Today we (Mr. R., T and I) had dinner together. A nice evening, I should say, and as usual Mr. R. narrated his stories in China twenty years ago and the cases about the Jews, some of which I did hear once or twice, some I didn't.

The old people always forgot what they had said and just kept repeating and what we can do is only being patient and hearing, nodding. But I am always patient at these things. Sometimes it is also a delight to hear the old stories you will never experience. Facing the out narrations is like reading a personal history.

Last Wednesday I watched a movie named TUYA'S MARRIAGE. Not bad. Anyway, it should be much better than the LUST, CAUTION which only seems to be a flubdub for me. I won't waste six euros to watch such a crowd-pleasing. Sorry that I am too critical once again.

But now I have a silent night. Alone but not lonely. Because...U R always with me.


And of course we shouldn't forget the catastrophe 6 years ago. And my price for it is 100 dollar for a transit visa.