Shanghai: Dumpling, Dumpling, Dumpling!

“Hey you, what is your favorite food?” “Mmmhhh, I’m not sure, I’m undecided between ravioli and lasagna.” Of course, because when you think of a favorite food, carbohydrate makes it as a master, never to be undecided between a quinoa salad and steam cauliflower. It never comes to mind then summer’s approaching and we have to wear a swimsuit, weight loss to relieve pressure on the knees, the insulin that rises. Eh no, if you think of a favorite food the carbohydrate wins. Always. “Hey you. Yes I am speaking with you, the one undecided between ravioli and lasagna, please find a black hole, a passageway, a teleport and come here in a blink, please.” I would gladly bring you

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Shanghai: Matt Damon Land In China

Today something strange has happened. I was strolling in Shanghai’s Fuxing Park when an U.F.O. came down from the sky. The spacecraft landed in front of me and dropped a beautiful Martian. It was strangely high and pleasant, he resembled in everything Matt Damon (guys the weather warms up and I feel the spring in the air, I cannot affront a green man!). Matt took off his helmet and smiled. I admit it, I was unprepared. For a moment I was left overwhelmed by the impressive amount of white and bright teeth he had in his mouth. “Hey you, attractive Martian (from now on I’ll call him Matt), what are you doing in the Fuxing Park?” “Hey you, beautiful human

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Shanghai: I Thought was Love

When there is a degree above zero I already feel spring in the air, let alone when there are fifteen, the sky is blue … emh … the sky is blueish … emh, be it, the sky is there, the blue Superga (yeah finally some blue!!) as well, headphones in the ears and today the city is mine. I have a strange relationship with this city. At first it fascinated me with its many facets: Its immensity and its eternal contradiction between the modernity of skyscrapers and the decay of old roads; In the same street you can find an extra luxurious mega mall full of unpredictable brands and a number of houses falling apart with laundry hung between two

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Shanghai: If The Swedes Knew It

Today after so long I did not go I went to Ikea. I needed the Koken, a couple of Tillsluta and of course some Jämka. Don’t worry, it’s not the usual post that talks about unimaginable names and women in the assembly line. I would like to dedicate myself to the custom, because if Ikea is the same worldwide, the client is not. I arrived on the spot five minutes before 10am. Outside I find a sea of faces waiting in front of the glass door of the entrance. I line up in a row with this thought: “I will not have decided to come right on the day of the super promotions of the Billy bookcase or the Backabro

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