Shanghai: Mojito Or Green Tea?

Unexpectedly today in Shanghai its springtime. I wake up with the singing of the birds, look out and there’s the sun, of course is a muted sun, but it’s still sunshine. I expect 20 degrees of warm spring warmth. I know I know, my mom always said: “Do not take off your winter clothes in April or you’ll get sick”, but I can’t resist. Tomorrow I will have sore throat and cold, but I have to do it! I wear light blue jeans, a nice shirt, a young faux leather jacket, sunglasses, older girl with a bicycle, younger girl with scooter, dog with croquettes, book for me, water and food for everyone and out we go towards the only pedestrian

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Shanghai: I Am A Serial Killer

I confess: I’m a serial killer. I like them all, big and small, showy or insignificant, luxuriant, full, scented. I see them, imprison them for a while in the house, torture them by immersing them in the water or thirst them for weeks and then one at a time I kill them. Let’s start from the beginning. In Shanghai, usually in the afternoon we organize playdates for the kids. From 4 pm to 6 pm the girls go to a friend’s home to play. It is a very pleasant thing to say the truth, the kids do their homework together without too much whining and then make up games before bringing them home exhausted, faded, packed and stuffed in a

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