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Kyoto,The Hint of Eternity

      Personally,national costume is a very interesting category to learn. And the “National” word itself has a strong geographical meaning inside, therefore the costume is the most obvious, regional cultural symbols to present the nations (the other is the ‘language’), it is a…

The Stories of Kanto

  At Kawaguchiko, Mt Fuji In Spring of this year, when I went to the foot of Mt Fuji, I stayed in a hotel run by the keeper of a Shinto shrine. We had no real common language, and had to use Google Translate to help us communicate. While I was there the weather shifted back…

Adventure of Aesthetics

A new adventure of my aesthetics.      As German writer Schiller said,’ life itself is a game of aesthetics. ‘ And I believe this aesthetics requires a lot of passion, experiences and knowledges. It has to be recorded, so that we could cross the boundaries and explore…

Bright Moment

I met her in Trieste. Like me, she had flown in from Berlin for work. Serene, modest, sensitive – she reminded me of a fawn. When we had a moment off from work, we took the cable car up the hill to see the sea….

In the museum

I often come across such strange stories in my travels. I don’t know why; perhaps it’s because my energy attracts unusual people, like the time a 14 year old boy in the British Museum approached and shyly asked for my phone number. The scenario ended…

The Counselor

I have some unhappy childhood memories. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve felt out of place in this world, as if I should have been born into another one. My mother couldn’t understand me, I had no place at school… I hated it all. Until I was 13, I was…

Love on Transit

I was sitting on the train. To my left was a middle-aged married couple, and to my right was a pair of young, passionate lovebirds. The boy gently caressed the young girl’s pretty little face, gently turning the hair  in his hands and feeling the soft skin, over…

Art in Motion

Meeting him was the same as meeting and old friend, one that I have not seen in a long time. Months, or years may have passed yet upon meeting it felt like an old hug from a familiar soul. How strange, for I have never…

Unforgettable stories of Encounters

They I do not know them. What stories their careers and their relationship hold, I have no way of knowing.  Yet almost every year, in winter, I encounter them on Auguststraße. They are always wrapped in identical scarves, dressed in a similar style, taking turns…