A few years ago I told my parents that I had a wish of living in China. In unison they exclaimed something like: ”Why go there? They are crazy.” All I could think was: ”Sane and crazy define one another.” I decided to go. About a month ago I entered the north border of China with the train from Moscow. I had gotten the opportunity to live there, not as a tourist, but as a participant of a...
A Story of East and West
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