Door opens, door closes. I find myself a seat next to the window, facing the same direction as the direction in which the train travels, sit down, take out a pen and paper from my cotton tote bag, and start scribbling.
Read MoreAbout a month ago in Shenzhen, I met a “lady from the West" who told me that she had “dreamwalked” into the reality of "copy painters" in Dafen village in Shenzhen. She was wide-eyed, both curious and critical about everything happening around her, and ready to work, with just about everything around her.
Read MoreMy writing partner Ripu and I went to Potsdam to see the Picasso exhibition at Museum Barberini in Potsdam. It was the first time we ever took a trip out of Berlin together. Even it was just going to be a day trip, the prospect of spending a day with her, seeing art, talking about art, excited me.
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