Today i realize what i consider as a nice trip is in fact the typical way of my trip...if i can walk to a destination, i walk...if no good companions, i prefer alone...
Beijing in October, just like a poem, traditional, cultural, mixed with chill air. While walking on the streets, for the first time, i recognised the Chinese side/blood in me. Those evidence of history and stories i've heard since childhood...in fact are something so valuable...in fact are parts of the roots...parts of me.
Chinese? Taiwanese? My identity has varied over time and places...but ethnically, i am half and half.
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