Tag: crossing
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Day Two Hundred Ninety Four, November 12, 2011
The streets are their home, their lives nomadic, moving from place to place, staring at nothingness, invisible to others, just passing by, walking like ghosts. I look, I wonder, what their stories are, what wrong turns landed them where they are today, what were they before, what toys they played with as children, what made…
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Day Two Hundred Eighty Six, November 4, 2011
No matter who we are, where we come from or how we live, we ask ourselves at least once in our lifetime : “Why are we here?” It is the simplest and most profound of all questions, the one that has never been answered and that will never stop being asked. What naturally follows is…
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Day One Hundred Twenty Three, May 25, 2011
It is strange after living in countries that put so much emphasis on traffic safety regulations, like the obligatory use of helmets, children’s safety, seat belts…etc, to live in Shanghai and witness the loose and almost too relaxed regulations for transportation. This is of course not too alien to me, having lived my first twenty…
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Day Ninety Nine, May 1, 2011
Do you know who you neighbor is? I have been seeing this man around our neighborhood in Shanghai for almost 5 years. He is always on on his tricycle, always smoking, always collecting bits and pieces and riding away. How many people are inside the frames of our lives that we know absolutely nothing about?…
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Day Ninety Five, April 27, 2011
On an afternoon stroll in today’s very windy and cold streets of Shanghai with my friend Sabrina, we met these really sweet Shanghainese young men who most certainly have a story to tell. They loved the attention and the camera pointed at them and they carried on to pose, straighten their matching jackets, and smile…