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Here we are again, Hong
Kong 'was a real break, 8 weeks of leave from this big holiday.
Since my last life on the contrary, in these 8 weeks of vacation I have, in fact, worked!
Hong Kong 'was the British colony in effect due to the opium wars of the last century, and since 1997 at the end of the lease to the British and dealers' back to' embrace of the motherland China.
Now it 's a city-state with a special relationship with the Chinese government, which officially reigns but which in fact exerts little influence on the people and above all stops in front of the one thing I really want: money.
And there are piles of money.
Here is 'freedom' of thought, speech and expression; people manifest and exercise their rights, even if everything seems just an excuse to go out to shop and eat.
Metaphor of the modern geopolitical paradox.
Beautiful, clean, rich, charming, ingleseggiante, a city unique in the business world where Chinatown and Oxford Street come together, an explosive mix of carts and mercedes.
Meltin'pot of faces and races to see if they have all colors, all colors and interact with a certain style.
Upon arriving in the "Asia's World City" as locals call it love, I reached for a week by an Italian expedition led by legendary my nephew Chicco, 12enne smazzante, with accompanying her mother, aka my sister, and grandmother, aka my mother! The Happy Family and
is' doing very well adapted to the step appreciating Asian - disturbingly - too local culture and the vagaries of the Chinese, in addition to the board of dubious taste in which I have stayed ...
last breath I gave all my knowledge on 'Asia and the Middle Kingdom Summing up 4000 years of Oriental culture in front of a bowl of rice and tofu, teaching the use of chopsticks to my primitive people.
I've been spoiled for some pizza, spaghetti and breakfast in the bar courtesy of the family, and I admit that I have a lot of opposite resistance! Once the crew departed
Italy I rolled up his sleeves: need money, cash cash ... What to do? Bartender, dishwasher, waiter, graphic ... mhmh so boring ...
And here I am, in Times Square in the heart of Hong Kong, to juggle!
Intratterendo the crowd that rushes between a shop and the other I gave vent to my, albeit unrealistic, capacity 'of juggler and entertainer, culminating in the street performances by the statue, mime, or more' in Overall, the moron!
Haha, instead of kicking, as they would in any other part of the globe, the Chinese have appreciated the my abilities' making me photos and throwing coins on coins in my hat Maoist hyperstyle!
A hard life of the artist's way, escaping from police officers with little sense of humor and being chased by screaming children who demand to laugh a lot and quickly, posing for souvenir photo and inventing something new every 5 minutes!
I enjoyed it ', but I took it seriously, working hard every day for 6 weeks, sweating like a madman, I saved some money, which is useful for the foreseeable future.
And at night the crowd went wild in the street for my deeds, the day I pondered on the future closed in the mini room 2 square meters rented, I have resumed contacts far and studied geopolitics, history and philosophy, thinking about how to continue the adventure.
Many words have bounced off the walls of this room: past, future, work, holiday, working holiday, India, Japan, Mars, Universe ...
I finally created the awareness that everything happens only in our minds, in a huge game in which Universal has parallels only the present, where the past comes back and the future do not you know ...
Bearing in mind the memories of yesterday and knowing that tomorrow may be too late and the choice 'came alone: \u200b\u200bafter have celebrated July 15 my 1-year-travel-birthday with fireworks over Victoria Harbour and military parades in my honor, I greeted the former British colony and I went back on the road, returning to China. Again.
The gap between Hong Kong and China 'still beautiful large, the people in mind and the atmosphere.
And when I saw people huddled on the train, eating, sleeping, scaccola, shaves, spitting peanut shells, screaming, playing around I realized to be returned to a land that I loved.
Arrive in Shanghai: Futurama.
Beautiful hyper-modern buildings give a new face to the communist-capitalist China.
The past mingles with the future with all the contradictions of the case: the old neighborhoods full of old-style Shanghainese living in low houses squeezed between the expanding modern skyscrapers, creating a vibrant and bizarre subway ', so as to be frightening to so far undisputed queen of Hong Kong.
Shanghai, the Pearl of the Orient, and 'China in the new century. Tremble humans.
The objective was to me the second consecutive eclipse of the sun: after last year in Russia this year, repeating: I met again Novosibirsk friends and make new ones, but sin 'that the clouds covered the sky and have prevented the spectacular event ... We have redone a bit forlorn with a trishaw race in the rain and drowned their sorrows in Qingdao beer!
And while I was psychologically prepared for the Silk Road and Xinjiang, China's Muslim west end, check this travel buddy Dutch waving a ticket for Japan in half an hour convinced me to follow him.
enough, Japan is calling me!
It breaks all my plans and as a joke I am on a cruise ship, and after 48 hours floating eastward arrival in Osaka!
Yooo!
dawn my friend, when the sun rises on the horizon, if we look to the east you'll see against the light the shape of a madman who still believes in his dream.
Sara 'the dawn of a great new day.
The same dream that goes on, great.
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