Paris
Beijing
Paris
Beijing
I miss France in Beijing. Everything happened there, good or bad, happy or sad. I was so alive as who I am.
Beijing is okay, like I always say, it’s okay. I like the job so far. I never thought I would even miss the food in France, I do miss a good salad.
The first day I was alone in Beijing, I bought a new guitar.
Find a way out.
