On a slightly lighter note! In reference to the title of this post, i’ve realized i am totally stupid and emotional and tiny things that really don’t mean anything can make me feel warm inside or be silent in thought. There is someone whom I’m thinking about quite often recently. In this entire city, with a population almost the same as my entire country, he’s the only person whom i know i can trust. He’s a very good friend of an older cousin, who gave him the task of showing me around Beijing. He took me to a cafe so i could use the wifi and get in touch with everyone, and then showed me how to get to the office from where i live, and helped me set up my phone. We went to 南锣鼓巷，a very cute, historical boutique street. He showed me this little postcard shop where you could write yourself letters, to be mailed in the future. We walked for a long time, kept walking and talking and i dont think ive ever felt so at ease.