It was good to be back in Belgium. I saw my family and friends back … and it reminded me of all the things I will be missing while being in Beijing. I’m leaving behind again lots of values. My family, my friends and all the people I love… I also love Brussels, especially when it is cold weather. In Beijing in winter, it all seems grey and dark, in Brussels on the contrary it is pleasant, most probably because the city is smaller and the houses are smaller and cuter.
In Brussels it’s already Christmas: I’ve been on the very early installed Christmas Market in Brussels and I loved it…. Colorful Christmas trees, red boots and golden bells, Gluhwine and cheese, and other typical Christmas things make me feel so comfortable. I loved the light show on the Grand Place btw. For everybody who wants to watch it, I recommend it, but make sure you put a lot of clothes on! =D In China we don’t have Christmas, but we have Chinese New Year =D
Since yesterday I’m back in Beijing, back in my school, back in my room. Quite a weird feeling … after spending almost two weeks in Belgium… The first thing I did was searching each of my friends, having a little talk with them. For others, it seemed they haven’t noticed that I was missing. =D damned, need to build up the discipline again for studying Chinese. =)
In the airport corridors on my way to the customs there was a big commercial of Coke Cola with the Chinese Characters: “Beijing welcomes you”. Couldn’t help to smile…did I start to love the city? The slogan also reminded me of the 5 little Friendlies of the Olympic Games in 2008: They are called Beibei, Jingjing, Huanhuan, Yingying and Nini. In fact it’s “Bei Jing Huan Ying Ni”, means “Beijing welcomes you”!
I was glad that I was picked up by a very good friend. I got lots of stuff with me, if I needed to get back alone, it wasn’t that simple. She reminded me of the typical young Chinese in the cities. “Where do you want to eat?” was the first question.
At the customs in Belgium they have taken two big bottles of beer from me. “No liquids in hand luggage.” they said. “Couldn’t they have told me at the check-in?” I asked. “They should,” was the answer. There was no other way than just giving away those bottles, an extra for the customs. No Belgian beer for my Chinese friends anymore.
When I got back, Ah Xiang was laying in the hospital. He had a hole in his stomach. I went immediately for a visit. When I saw him, I felt so sorry for him... the poor dear.