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1928年夏日.一艘老旧渔船式的渡轮默默的漂流着.零星的冰山点缀着单调的洋面.无际的湛蓝.冷清的天空下这几栋黑烟囱显得莽撞而漫无目的.午夜.一个年轻的犹太女孩在甲板上出神着望着远方.他的男朋友在舷下和一对陌生的绅士玩扑克.甲板上传来女孩的刺耳的尖叫.”America!”.男人兴冲冲地爬上楼梯.两人忘我地拥抱在一起.距离纽约.只等一个黎明.许久.男人才想起来自己把钱包忘在了吧台的桌子上.佯装镇定.他轻轻推开女孩.微笑着挤过沸腾的人群.疯也似的跳下舷梯.那里一片痴狂.一声America点燃了那些颓丧的犹大人遗失多年的希望.人来人往.他苦苦积攒的25美元沉入了北冰洋.在自由女神的背影下.乘客们抵达Ellis Island.等待接受命运的判决.许多人在那一刻才第一次真心地祈祷神的佑护.男人和女孩在第一道关口分开.女人和孩子在一处营地等待男士们的消息.要么踏实地落户这片陌生的土地.或是打理回程的旅途.男孩通过了30秒的医疗检查和3分钟的背景调查.只要交上25美元的入境费.他和女孩就将成为新一代美国公民.在他身前的小伙对检察官露出洁白的牙齿.说声”带着钱呢”.走过了关卡.在收钱的柜台几位先生在凑零钱.他微笑着从他们身后走了过去.男人试着扬起嘴角.但总归略显笨拙和尴尬.检查馆善意地指了下前方的收款员.男人低下头.走向了另个出口.他们没有回到俄罗斯.而是辗转来到阿根廷.20年后.他们带着女儿和财富又回到Ellis Island.男人微笑着走过所有的关口.全家人定居在皇后区一个犹太人聚居的街区.第二年女儿的第一个男孩出生.这男孩是真正意义上的纽约人.在这城市里一住就是51年.结婚后他和妻子搬到曼哈顿.93街第二大道.30层.早上5点East River上金灿灿的日出.精明能干的妻子忙里偷闲给家里带来了三个小生命.姐姐.Justin和妹妹.姐姐刚从大学毕业.妹妹还小和家猫一样大.是个跳芭蕾的小天使.Justin是讲故事的人.我负责添油加醋. Read more

Je t’aime, Paris

I arrived at about 5 o’clock, by TGV (Train à grande vitesee) from Nice to Paris and I never thought Paris station would be so messed and dirty, with everywhere dog-ends, papers and other litters.

So Love at the very second glance.

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Lonely planet

This feeling:

Travelling alone, with only my journey and millions of miles of love in my bag, Read more

No war; make love

DSCF4042Graffiti on a quite beautiful swiss bridge.

All along the way I saw many many this kinda graffiti on walls, posts, telegraph poles, tableaus, everywhere. I remembered some. A very big "SNK" (a hero in DOTA) and "Reméo et Juilette"s, which represented all the romantic swears recorded in Euro.

Among all these related or not related words, this one impressed me the most. "No War Make Love" Simple words, far more effective than a prof’s passionate one-hour speech, were especially powerful cuz simplicity focused quickly and straightly.

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Emma, Williams, Brown and Caroline.

Emma Emma was a preety girl.

Traveling was part of my life; and meeting all kinds of different people was the most exciting part of my journey. To be honest, most people I met I’d never meet again, but it was not the point; the point was, we once met and had fun.

Back, Emma was a preety girl of 7 years old.

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Corner

Sun expelled night, bringing warm and light,

Man got up right, “il est heure quelle?”

Flowers smiled wide, red and white,

A nice picture praying, for Venice the belle, Read more

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