It seems that the arguments from China who held the bank here recently are the riots in Xinjiang, what to do with the organs of executed prisoners and some mess happened in rehabilitation camps for kids who show a strong dependence Internet (网络 成瘾). But this introduction is just a pale excuse to talk about the internet or something covertly attached to it.
I wrote some time ago that I smoked in China, with in fact there has never been anything pleasant. In China, people smoking, drinking and spitting as Turkey seemed like a nice thing to get accustomed to local traditions. I bought a carton of 中南海 airport for some three euro. I have not touched for a while ', I was a fool to smoke at home, after a month, now, smoke a few cigarettes a day. I do not know why people smoke, but my rite of cigarettes at home is special, I go to the balcony with stained glass ashtrays, I light a cigarette and as I look back and forth on the balcony plants in the garden, melocotogno with branches bent from the fruit large and stocky, the wires for hanging clothes, the chimney of my house. And I think. I try to imagine what to write in the story, I try to rework, without success, unusual or amusing facts, parallel universes, romantic ideas. I think my day, I think those people near and far. Some remember back to the surface.
In the other 18 hours of the day that I spend at the computer practically does not think about anything or as if I did not think of anything that might in itself is something impossible, but in those five minutes is like if you purchase a calm and lucidity not in the rest of the day. As if the mind, at least a little ', is opened. And, of course, I bless your computer, even to think of nothing all day is a holy hand to pass the time.
I wrote some time ago that I smoked in China, with in fact there has never been anything pleasant. In China, people smoking, drinking and spitting as Turkey seemed like a nice thing to get accustomed to local traditions. I bought a carton of 中南海 airport for some three euro. I have not touched for a while ', I was a fool to smoke at home, after a month, now, smoke a few cigarettes a day. I do not know why people smoke, but my rite of cigarettes at home is special, I go to the balcony with stained glass ashtrays, I light a cigarette and as I look back and forth on the balcony plants in the garden, melocotogno with branches bent from the fruit large and stocky, the wires for hanging clothes, the chimney of my house. And I think. I try to imagine what to write in the story, I try to rework, without success, unusual or amusing facts, parallel universes, romantic ideas. I think my day, I think those people near and far. Some remember back to the surface.
In the other 18 hours of the day that I spend at the computer practically does not think about anything or as if I did not think of anything that might in itself is something impossible, but in those five minutes is like if you purchase a calm and lucidity not in the rest of the day. As if the mind, at least a little ', is opened. And, of course, I bless your computer, even to think of nothing all day is a holy hand to pass the time.
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