Xin Jing was enough like going home to make me more happy than homesick for a while. xu hai feng kept saying "fish!" and "Xin Jing!" in the quiet moments and it felt a little bit like it was me saying it. so many smells: jasmine, orange trees, night soil, river, clouds of black smoke, spices, dogs, incense. if i understand my friends correctly, the chinese word for cilantro means "delicious". you got that right. :
today someone mistook me for a French person. i'm positive that this is because she saw me when i discovered and read the Rainer Maria Rilke poem at the end of Jimmy Liao's Sound of Colors, and in that moment i literally transformed into Amelie Poulain.
i would be very happy if people sent me pictures and letters:
Goshen College Program
Sichuan Normal University
Chengdu, Sichuan 610068
People's Republic of China