at home in... w| Gerald Zhang-Schmidt

Look Closer, Learn More, #GetAtHome In This World

Tag: Beijing (Page 1 of 2)

Writing Buddhist Temples of Beijing with Juliet Bredon's Peking (1922)

Back to Beijing’s Buddhist Temples

We feel that everything is changing ever faster, and that maybe it’s better that way, too – but there are also many things that seem hardly changed and all the more interesting for it.

The Buddhist temples in Beijing do all that and more.

Read More

Photography to Get at Home 5: Past and Present in Beijing

One of the great fascinations of photography is the insight into other places and other people’s lives that it gives.

Even in times of seemingly pervasive Photoshop-ing (and even given the long history of photographic fakery), there is a power to the photojournalistic image.

See: Dead Syrian refugee boy on Turkey beach.
But also, if you know of it: “How the Other Half Lives.”

Read More

Yuquanshan Pagoda

Hidden Temples of Beijing

Being somewhere as different as Beijing makes it much easier, of course, to feel a desire to go out and explore.

Having been there several times and seen the main tourist draws, and then arriving for work, however, quickly makes even a city like this just another one of those places seen and accepted and not really seen anymore except when something majorly different happens.

Or, as I always argue, you decide to actively make yourself at home in a place you find yourself by finding something that strikes a chord with you….

Beijing Modern

Beijing Modern

Beijing is developing rapidly, like everything in China seems to be.

People who go to China, who visit Beijing, however, come in large part for the history. The city has been China’s capital for centuries, and consequently holds much of historic value (even with everything that’s been razed).

The Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, the Yonghegong Lama Temple, the Summer Palace – there is a lot to see.

Forbidden City, Beijing

In fact, there would be a whole lot more to see, as in so many a place, but it goes as it always does: Tourists are like ducks.

Where some start to congregate, more will congregate.
The places where people started to flock are the places where people flock even more.

How not, we are a social species after all.

What, however, of all the other sites, and sights?

In Beijing, in particular, places that are less well known and farther afield tell stories, some of religion re-emerging and overlooked sightseeing treasures (see the story of my visit to Badachu, for example), some of destruction and attempts at shaping historical memory and spiritual practice, some of politics and history having taken over and greeting a potential visitor with nothing but closed doors and signs shooing visitors away.

During and now after my recent half-year stay in Beijing, I embarked on a little project about Beijing’s Buddhist temples – that was something that somehow struck a chord with me.

Here are but two sights close by the Summer Palace, which is on most tourist itineraries, that speak of that hidden history, to give a teaser.

Yuquanshan – Jade Fountain Mountain

Alright, alright, it’s usually translated as “Jade Spring Mountain,” but I can’t resist a rhyme.

Yuquanshan Pagoda

Yuquanshan Pagoda

For someone who has more than just two days to visit Beijing’s sights, the Summer Palace comes up high on the list of must-see places. Look west towards the Xiangshan / Western Hills from there, you will see another one of Beijing’s few hills in between, and one with a nice-looking pagoda on its top.

It’s easy enough to get into the area.

Just walk past the northwestern wall of the Summer Palace, across the canal there, down one of Beijing’s many outer-area roads that look rather more rural than urban, its surface broken open and the car repair shops on the side not looking much more modern.

This already leads you into a rather different Beijing from both the restored-historic or the truly urbanized.

Approach the hill, and the road becomes more modern, the area even more open and somehow cleaned out. Are those villas behind the wall to the north, though? And what’s the temple with the white stupa that becomes visible on a set-off hill just north of the Jade Fountain hill? Is that another religious structure not mentioned on the maps or is it another part of the Jade Mountain ensemble?

Yuquanshan from west

Yuquanshan from the West, with the temple to the north of it on the left, of course

Walk on, and the road starts to circle around the hill, and it turns out that the one source which talked about the area is probably quite right: What the maps mark simply as the “Jade Mountain park” is not the “public garden” that the Chinese word for a park seems to indicate.

High wall all around, wires on top, cameras all around, all gates locked and guard soldiers at every entrance, it obviously is a government/military installation now.

Where normal people had already been giving me the usual puzzled looks a foreigner in unexpected places in China usually gets, the guard soldiers here were, of course, eyeing me even more suspiciously.

My camera stayed in my pocket; no need to get in trouble… especially after having read that this hill may be something like the Cheyenne Mountain of China, hiding the installations meant to keep the government operational in case of a nuclear war.

Not the place one wants to stick out as a curious person snapping shots.

Miaoyun Temple

The half-loop around the hill complete – it is a nice pagoda up there, indeed, and the little that can be seen of all the buildings that would lead up to it along the southern side of the hill look like they could be just as nice as those in Beihai park going up to the White Dagoba up there – the road leads on to the west in a straight shot, and with quite a surprise.

Where the area on the east side feels like it is meant for nothing, to the public, but to pass through in a car, the west side presents a bike or jogging path along the canal there, complete with guideposts to the sights around the area (and yup, including the Jade Mountain park) and guiding maps of the area (which make it look a little as if one could visit that park).

Again, however, there are some low apartment buildings, first some places that could be barracks – and then it is all modern village-like and cleaned out.

Some trees, but only dry soil underneath; some houses, but mainly just either construction or destruction. Old buildings going and having gone down, a few new houses being built, but mainly a lot of empty space that looks like it should be turning into desert any time.

In the midst of all that lies yet another one of Beijing’s “hidden” temples, the Miaoyun Temple.

I almost went right past it.

Sure, there was the usual boxy entrance gate with a red rounded gate in it, but the house right next to it on the left had been half torn down already, the house one further was roofless and marked for teardown, what looked like it used to be a public toilet was right up against the walls of the temple area, and the restaurant on the right of the temple entrance was probably, hopefully, not in operation; it also looked like it may soon be torn down, or perhaps it’s only the paving in front being rebuilt.

Miaoyun Temple

Miaoyun Temple

Anyways, once again, here was a temple that looked like it survived much trouble, still stood in the middle of an area that had never been built up or had been razed again, but it was closed.

A ticket booth still stood to the right of the locked gate, even the usual placard denoting this as a tourist place of interest hung on the wall, yet there was no sign of what was going on.
It sure was closed off but that was the only thing one could say for sure.

The same theme would repeat itself at many of Beijing’s temples.
Some have become tourist sites and are open as such; some are places of worship – and often, tourist sites as well; many are in even more of a limbo, having formerly been open to the public but now being restored, needing restoration but just being open – or closed.

Either way, information about any but the best-known and most-visited temples has been proving hard to come by. It’s been a fascinating issue, actually.

You have the rapidly-developing and (in many places) pretty modern capital of this rising country, with more people on public transit disappearing right into their smartphone screens than I’ve ever seen in Europe.

You have a capital city full of history and with large (if apparently, declining) numbers of tourists coming to see the old and the new.

And you have sites of historical (and potentially, continuing) importance which are hard to find in and of themselves. Getting up-to-date information on them, especially as the expectation would be that this should be easy online, proved even harder…

It made for quite an explorer-like feeling as one could never tell, even (if not especially) after online research, whether a temple would be easy or hard to find, presenting one with shut doors or public displays of piety, monks performing religious ceremonies or tourist visitors wielding selfie sticks.

My full guide to Beijing’s Buddhist Temples is in the works…

Gulou from Zhonglou, Beijing Winter

Chance Encounters of the Drummed Kind

Gulou from Zhonglou, Beijing Winter

It was one of those typical Beijing winter days when a harsh sun glowers onto a steely haze that makes the line of houses at some distance look like a paper cut’s monochromatic scene. Cold and wind chill to the bone, but at least it’s not one of those days when sun and skylines are completely hidden in a miasma that cannot but be bad for one’s health.

Being in the last weeks of my work-migratory sojourn alone in Beijing, neither bad air nor a bit of a cold could keep me from going out to explore more of Beijing’s (Buddhist) temples, as I had decided on doing a little writing project on those.

This day led me into the area around Houhai, one of the lakes north of the Forbidden City.

From another lunch at Zhang Mama (very good and very affordable Sichuan food)…

Zhang Mama's Huiguorou

…past the just-then soft-opening Rager Pies store/café…

Rager Pie Beijing

…west along the little hutong road towards the lake, past children just out of school for the day (or for lunch? an afternoon recess?)…

Hutong Schoolchildren on Road

…my feet led me into the neighborhood around the Bell and Drum Towers.

I had been there before, hunting after the sites – and sights – where Western visitors had taken pictures in a Beijing that was only just emerging from the decline of the last Chinese empire. Only the rebuilding that was happening in a square just north of the Bell Tower and the plethora of shops (incongruously, including one with high-scale men’s wear most ‘Westerners’ wouldn’t even recognize) had caught my eye then.

Renovations north of Zhonglou, Beijing

This time around, it was the open gate to the tower that drew my attention.

Turns out one can actually visit them… but of course, in the Bell Tower, as you go in and wonder what sort of place this inside area is, you are shouted back out and around to the ticket check and stairs on the other side. In the tower is one of those tea house/clubs in historic buildings that have recently come under fire for the corruption and highballing lifestyle they may well be representing.

The view, unsurprisingly on a day like this, was not the best, but interesting enough in its monochrome and the village-like character of most of the area that could be seen.
The bell is big enough to be impressive, but what struck a nerve in me was the legend of the bell they were explaining on a poster in the (northern) area the furthest from where one comes up the steep stairs.

That legend tells of the maiden who sacrificed her life in order for the bell to be successfully cast – but the version described here pales in comparison to the one I had read a while ago, just as I was wooing my then-girlfriend and wondering how things would go, as she had only just broken the news of her relationship with a foreigner to her parents.

The legend’s full version has not only the girl’s father, but also her fiancée, trying to advance in the ranks of the imperial bureaucracy by promising the emperor the biggest bell ever, failing to the point where they are threatened with losing their heads (literally, of course), and being saved at the last minute by the virgin daughter who follows the dream in which she was told that it took a pure virgin’s blood to successfully bind the mixture of metals right into the melting pot.

Respect for your elders all well and good, but when it comes to rather Macchiavellian men having to be saved by a daughter and fiancée, I have to admit I’d rather go with a either feminist or Hollywood version…

The adjacent Drum Tower holds a few more of the, basically same, views, and explanations of the agricultural calendar and time-keeping methods of old. Before I ever managed to get up there, however, a group of young women apparently on a little (cosmetics) company trip accosted me with the wish to take photos with me.

It still happens in China, at times – and if you find my face somewhere, seemingly advertising some sort of facial cream or something like that, this is how it happened.

Of course, at least now that they’ve been re-made, the Drum Tower also holds the drums it’s named for. (There is but one original, and the explanation text that accompanies it does not fail to point out the holes in the leather which were made by bayonets wielded by the foreign Allied Forces…)

Ancient Watchman's Drum

Why people would be sitting around in a place like the Drum Tower and sinking into their smartphone screens, I found myself wondering.

It was a good question, for “What are they waiting for? (Are they waiting for anything?)” led right to the sign which mentioned that the next drum performance would be taking place a few minutes later. Just the time it would have taken me to get back out and miss the whole thing, had I not wondered.

There it was:

The interesting encounters, just had by walking around and keeping eyes open to experiences, did not end there.

On the way on to the temple I wanted to get to, there was some movie filming going on.

At the temple, a monk at the left side entrance told me that visitors weren’t allowed in back… and when I looked in at the right side entrance, another monk invited me to come in and have a look around. With two Chinese who also just wanted to have a look around, it became a tad more touristy:

at Guanghuasi

After the visit to the temple, as I came out to Houhai Lake, I broke out in laughter to the point where the security guards standing on the road there looked at me strangely – but, it broke the ice and got us to a short chat – and them to understand: The contrast was just too great. The lake where I had last seen people go for a swim was now an ice-skating rink…

Houhai Ice Skating

… and, as it turned out, it was still a place where the Houhai swimmers went for a swim. Right next to the ice-skaters.

Houhai (Ice) Swimmers

As things sometimes go, later on along the lake, I would also say “Hi” to another Westerner who turned out to be a flight attendant and would also be at the ISPO. Small world.

Beijing AQI (Air Quality) Readings

5 Rules for Running in Beijing

One of the practices of at-home-making I have discovered for myself is the simple practice of moving through the places I find myself in and want to more deeply immerse myself in.

It doesn’t have to be running, it can also just be running around, walking and being a flaneur, but it often does take the form of run-seeing through cities, along places both famous and far away from the touristically much-visited.
Running just too nicely combines the physical, oriented inside the body, and the psychological-exploratory, oriented towards the outside, the place in the world and the attention paid to the world.

My place in the world, for the last few months, has been as something of an international migrant worker who, like so many Chinese migrant workers and others looking for a chance to get ahead, headed for the Chinese capital, Beijing.
This city, though, can seem to have some rules of its own, in many a regard – and especially when it comes to something as seemingly simple as heading outdoors for a run.

Rule #1: AQI ≥ Training Plans

Beijing AQI (Air Quality) Readings

Beijing AQI (Air Quality) Readings. Guess at what time it was time for a run…

Running as a regular practice has been described as a great start into willpower training: you go out according to your training plan, you build the grit and conscientiousness that will help you in other areas of life as well.

All well and good, but not in a city like Beijing where the very air seems out to deliver a slow death of a thousand breaths.

The problematic situation with air pollution is well known, and a look at the AQI (air quality index) becomes as routine a part of everyday life, if you care about your health in the least, as a morning’s step on the scale is in many a life.

It’s simple: AQI below 100, which isn’t great but as good as it gets? Go running.
AQI between 100 and 150? Get your face mask and go for a slow run, if you feel that you must.
AQI above 150? Try and stay indoors with an air filter running.

Rule #2: Traffic Moves in Mysterious Ways

Running-Traffic

A little of the traffic (and video artifact) encountered recently…

Someone with the slightest experience with China will know that actually, there are traffic rules in China, they are just different – and followed in very “different” ways again, in practice.

When in doubt, cars have the right of way, for example. Always. Cars may come from many an unexpected direction, and people on two or three wheels from even more unexpected ones.

So, keep your eyes open when you need to cross roads, be they small or large, with traffic lights or without. Prefer under- or overpasses, they are good for getting in a bit of “hill training” in otherwise flat Beijing, too.
Listening to podcasts while running outdoors? Maybe not so good.

Rule #3: Praise (and Race) to the Parks

Looking back at the "end" of the canal

Nice enough to make you forget there’s traffic all around

The value of city parks becomes all the more apparent in a city where so much space is reserved for vehicular traffic and so much pollution is all around. Even on good days, most outdoors running that is not in parks will be close by roads, and the (still leaded) gasoline makes for not the best of air even when the air quality is not as bad as usual. Even in the parks, there will still be quite enough smokers to make for some breaths you’d really wish you hadn’t taken.

Parks, still, even with throngs of people, some of them smokers, make for much nicer places to run than almost anywhere else, given trees and meandering paths – and also, perhaps, the manifold sights and sounds of people practicing taijiquan, dancing together, singing and making music, and so much more.

Rule #4: Look Strange as You Want

China seems a pretty closed and mono-ethnic society, in some respects. A foreigner is still a pretty noteworthy sight, be that where there are too many who are too easy to rid of more money than Chinese or where there are so few that they are worth a comment.

Especially in the parks, however, everybody dresses the way they do, does what they do – and even if running is still less popular than more traditional pastimes and practices (though I wonder what’s the history of the public dancing in parks), it is becoming more popular and one can see all kinds of clothes employed in its practice.

So, you’ll get looks for your foreign face, and you may get looks for your running clothes, but most anyone can potentially draw a crowd, anyways. So, never mind that.

Rule #5: Don’t Be Kept From It

Sure, there are days when it’s considerably healthier to stay indoors and keep an air filter running than to go out at all. Beijing is not a good place for, well, for even just existing, as long as that includes having to take breaths.

If you don’t believe me, check out my video from the Beijing Marathon, “the most depressing running video ever,” as a friend of mine called it.

The lack of movement that can come with that, however, makes it all the more important to go out and exercise whenever the air quality is good enough.

Now that my time here is drawing to a close, I must admit to failure when it comes to the plan of seeking out and presenting Beijing trails for running (though I did find some, but with them rather farther out, I usually just walked and did not record them). Yet, having sat around only too much with all the days that made the outdoors unappealing, the (few) days that included runs outdoors were all the more precious.

at-home-making in Beijing: Between Sightseeing and Familiarity

I’m in the last week of the 6 months for which I joined the “international migrant workers” and went abroad to make some money.

A week or two, longer than most people would take, or indeed have, to discover Beijing on vacation – and it very nicely drives home the point about the tension between familiarity and exoticism in at-home-making: In having been here for a longer time, and this not having been the first long time I have been in China (or even in Beijing), I feel quite at home here.

It is a feeling that is driven by a familiarity with the city and the citizens that can be a bit numbing, though.

Some people may say that this sort of numbness is rather necessary to survive and stay sane anywhere, but especially in China. If you notice too much, interesting as an exotic other can also be, you will also notice only too many things that may bother and upset you; infamous “bad China days” are the consequence.

This sort of numbness is, of course, why we tend to feel at home (or at least comfortable) where we have grown up: because we are familiar with it. We know it, we know the people, we have some friends, and even if there are things we want to complain about, they are “our” problems that we are used to.

Move to a place like Beijing, and the smog will mess with any training plans you might even consider following, the food will often be great and healthier – and other times it will make you sick and doubt not just its quality but its safety (if not its edibility).

Then again, of course there are those fantastic and exciting sights that everyone visits, or at least wants to visit. The excitement of places so special, so high up on many a list of must-sees.

Having a chance to visit them more often and more easily holds some promise – but the same accessibility can easily make them less appealing. When it doesn’t take a flight to get somewhere on a vacation that only offers a few days to see as much as possible, then the hour-long subway ride to get there and the mass of tourists is, in comparison, insufferable.

China, like many a non-‘Western’ and not more southerly country, has a lot to show even so.

So much of life happens on the roadside, in the parks, publicly, there is sure to be a lot to see. Yet again, though, when you are used to it, when it all is around you only too many a day, the fascination easily falls away.

It becomes more noticeable when there’s a middle-age woman stepping out a doorway whom you see out of the corner of your eyes, think not to be that bad looking – and then she suddenly hawks up a gob of phlegm and deposits it in the middle of the road.

And so, it goes, everywhere the same.

You are where you’ve always been, and you’re only too familiar with it even as you may not know all that much of it. Hardly a worthy way to live.

You go to a different place, and the excitement may be great, but it’s the superficial excitement of the new and extraordinary and must-see that is just touristy.
Hardly a good way to live, either.

Stay longer, and the excitement that makes only the extraordinary visible gives way to the familiarity that makes even the ordinary become invisible, having been seen only too often.
A boring way to live.

This is why I talk so much about at-home-making.

The idea of “at home” we usually have is that of being or getting somewhere, and having everything fall into place. You know you have arrived, you feel comfortable, everything is just as (you think) it should be.

Life, however, is never like that, certainly not for a longer time. And indeed, realizing that things are never going to just simply be perfect and dealing creatively and positively with that is a major aspect of living in reality, making oneself at home in life and the world – and everything – as it is.

Making oneself at home is also what it takes.

It is not a passive thing that happens (though it may certainly take its time), but an active process of learning and discovery.

This, too, is what it takes to break through the shallow excitement of the exotic and the equally-as-shallow blinders of the familiar: getting active about one’s learning, setting out to explore and discover more, be that in surroundings, in scholarly pursuits, or in simple pleasures.

Go out for a photo project, to look for certain scenes or themes.

Learn something about where you are and what it is that can be seen, and see things in order to try and learn more about them.

Go different paths from the usual and seek out the new in the known (and the known in the new).

And, the extraordinary (and extra-ordinary) shines through the veil of the merely familiar…

Another example, perhaps: Beijing Sleepers. A better example, I am still working on ;)

Beijing Sleepers

With all the panting about China supposedly having overtaken the USA as the world’s largest economy already, it often sounds as if the Chinese must all be worker bees (on that note, the book recommendation on the right) with nary a minute to catch their breath.

Whether it’s breathtaking speed that makes for a need to catch some zzz’s whenever and wherever one gets a chance, or the opposite of being left behind and having not much to do, or nowhere to go, but to get a little sleep in public…Beijing’s urban life sure does sometimes, suddenly, offer impressions of a very different Chinese dream, consisting of as little as a little rest in the middle of the buzz and pollution and change.

This would be a place where it would be possible, well within a lifetime, to wake up from a sleep and suddenly find oneself in utterly changed circumstances, á Rip van Winkle… or not, but that’s the theme of a different photo project.

With those thoughts in mind, after having sought out The Silence of Sound in the (European) urban landscape before, I now went and documented a few of Beijing’s Sleepers…

Pagoda, Pigeons, Prayers - Badachu

Badachu, Buddhism in China, and Going Farther

Before I had even finished with my short video-post on new views gained by going farther, I found myself a bit further south those mountains again, and again making myself a bit more at home by going a little farther.

It all started off like quite the tourist venture, though: I just wanted to go and visit Badachu (八大处), a major but less-visited Buddhist site (or really, collection of sites) on the western outskirts of Beijing.

One subway ride from where I’m staying to Gongzhufen, onto Line 1, to its terminus at Pingguoyuan, the bus was easy enough to find (though I had forgotten to bring the paper where I had noted down its number), in the usual way of these here parts: Just follow the mass of people walking through the assault of drivers offering cars to where you want to go.

Bus 972 to Badachu

Bus 972 to Badachu

Another long, traffic-jammed, ride on the bus, to the last station before the actual stop, where the driver suggested getting out and walking. Ornamental cabbages instead of grass at the curb; vendors selling incense sticks – and some that are more like poles.

Ornamental Cabbage Curb

Ornamental Cabbage Curb

Getting onto the bus took a rush, but it hadn’t been all that difficult – even with the near-collision with a woman who’s also decided to make a run for the bus’s entrance door, giving us both something to laugh about – but the line towards the temple and to the ticket booths clearly showed that, even if not that many foreign tourists seem to go there, it was a popular-enough destination among Chinese.

The feeling was only reinforced inside, given the throngs of people.

There was a tree for well-wishing, incense to supplicate in all directions (with a little girl starting to be introduced into these spiritual ways, but being rather confused where was where and how many bows should be taken; giving rise to the usual thought: it’s cute, it’s heart-warming – and to what extent is it something like religious indoctrination?), more incense and candles – and there was something I’d never seen before, a public dispensing of food (vegetable stew and a mantou, given for a donation).

Incense and candle and Buddhist prayer chain and good luck charm sellers all made brisk business. Help from above in China (and not just in China) has always needed a little pecuniary encouragement. In some of the ways one can appeal for good luck, it doesn’t just take an investment, but also a bit of physical skill…

When the Bell Tolls...

When the Bell Tolls…

… and maybe it was an auspicious day. According to the traditional Chinese calendar, it was HanYiJie, Day of Winter Clothes. Why that required TV presenter-style well-wishes, I do not know, but it made for interesting viewing (and probably was meant as auspicious viewing for friends who couldn’t come).

Badachu (HanYiJie?) Well-Wishing

Badachu (HanYiJie?) Well-Wishing

I keep hearing people talk of how China lacks and needs religion, and I keep seeing throngs of people at the temples, supplicating with bows and incense to ask for a little help. Frankly, it makes me wonder if the “complaints” aren’t just coming from a different perspective on religion, and one that misunderstands that there can be other ways of being religious than Sunday sermons and prayers before bed (let alone politicians spouting off about their God-inspired ideas).
(Sure, China could use more social cohesion and altruistic concern for the weaker, but I’m not so sure that our at least somewhat religiously motivated donation drives are really all that much more helpful. That’s another issue, though.)

The first main temple area(s) of Badachu make it look not so big, even though one already has to climb a few stairs, but then it turns out that the climbing continues (or there’d even be a cable car). The highest point is reached only some 2.5 km in… and then I wondered.

Past one of the temples up there, there was a path leading yet farther; a few people sometimes came down, but it was just the yellow earth compacted a little more than usual. The second time past, it proved irresistible – and an at-home-making going farther, again.

Prayer flags on and around the path, in the brush and on the tree(s).

Prayer Flags above Badachu

Prayer Flags above Badachu

Up top, a rocky platform offering views all around that were already being enjoyed by more of the walkers and hikers I had also met on the way up. Chinese definitely have come around to having time for enjoying the outdoors, and in many cases, the money to afford gear for it, too.

It’s not just hiking/walking, either; the path down from that mountain towards the north had me encounter some pretty serious mountain bikers, too.

Turned out there were quite a few hiking paths all across those mountains, and they were being utilized by quite a lot of people, too. Some of the paths were mainly just well-trodden, some were walkways paved and done complete with steps. It would have been possible to go on, for quite a while, all the way to the Xiangshan area where I had been the last time, but I followed a path down. Half circling around, it led down into and through what turned out to be the National Forest Park of Beijing (and without need for a ticket at that).

Sure enough, there was a bus stop there again, again found easily enough by simply following others. Yes, there is still a lot to discover here – and it feels quite like a place to call home, too; the more so the more I discover. At the same time, quite frankly, I’m ready to return to Austria and I am counting the days until I can do so, for my home is definitely where the heart is…

Swarovski Limited Edition for the Year of the Dragon

2012 and Chinese New Year’s

Swarovski Limited Edition for the Year of the Dragon

Swarovski Limited Edition for the Year of the Dragon (the price tag reads EUR 18,000.-, by the way…)

China has become a second home, if a “difficultly promising” one. So, even now that I’m on the other side of the Eurasian landmass, I can’t (and certainly don’t want to) get away from the meaning of these days… it’s ChunJie/ChuYi (春节 / 初一), New Year’s Eve and the First Day of the New Year.

So, 新年快乐!(xin nian kuai le, Happy New Year)

Last time it was a Year of the Dragon, it was, of course, 12 years ago. 2000. Coming hot on the heels of Y2K, it drew considerable interest. This year promises to be interesting, too, not least given all the hullabaloo about supposed Mayan prophesies…

Read More

Page 1 of 2

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén