is strange.
When China comes to my house, I felt to be inhabiting the discomfort of the unknown, foreign. And feel me cry in the middle of strange objects and people.
Now, in these days of slow goodbyes, I cry at having to leave my home and many people embraced me from the beginning.
Every time we travel we leave a little our hearts in those places where we build new families. The magic is in that despite this, our heart is getting bigger. Still
. the sadness of departure is inevitable. Chau
Tongling, China
home The most modern
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