The trip to Portugal was memorable. Perhaps I have lived in the tiny peaceful village in Switzerland for too long, I felt so alive when I was walking up and down on the narrow steep city streets, panting; when I was hearing dozens of seagulls sing (or rather scream) non-stop with their full power; when I was taking a ride on an old-fashioned wooden tram enjoying the city view and hearing the crispy bell ringing; when I was savouring the famous Portuguese custard tarts and being intoxicated; when my travel companion – one of my dear girl friends from Shanghai now living in Toronto – and I were enjoying each seafood course and being ecstatic for its extraordinary taste; when we were wandering in the fairytale-like castle called Pena Palace… We left our steps and shadows in Lisbon, Sintra, Cascais, Porto and Braga.
The colours, the smells, the noises, the crowds, and hence the chaos – were all deferent from everything in Switzerland, yet, quite exciting. Oh, how I miss life! Portugal is full of life.
Russian Summer Night party at Gustav Restaurant in Zurich. So far this has been the best party I’ve been to in Switzerland. I guess, it is because it was not organised by Swiss people and most attendees were not Swiss. :-p
Most women were dressed up and wearing high heels. Many of them were even carrying a Chanel handbag. The DJ used his music selection to make the party alive. Some guests just started to move their bodies. That was rare (usually, and somehow still surprisingly) at a party in Switzerland. One of the explanations is Swiss people are too shy, even at a party.
The food was tasty and healthy and met its expectations. The whole concept itself of the party was quite interesting already – Russian artists and their artworks, Russian flying dinner and wine, Russian National Holiday celebration and yet all of them were happening in Zurich. That is why part of the program was to visit the Gustav serviced apartments locating above the restaurant and just a stone’s throw away from the central railway station. We could therefore indulge ourselves on the rooftop terrace enjoying the sunset. That was a very beautiful Monday evening.
Never thought I would be able to wear a halo before I enter the heaven. ;p
In a photography class of only three students (including my husband and myself) we learned this trick (skill) from our teacher and it was in fact very simple. First I set manual focus on my “toy” camera which was just a small and light Sony NEX-5N (otherwise in the dark the camera would’t want to work), then followed by ISO 400, F11 and 5 seconds. The light came from a mobile phone. For the very first try, I was satisfied with the result. For the 2nd try I decided to be an angel. 🙂
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5 years ago, 2012. It was an absolutely eventful year. The wheel of fortune turned. The inevitable happened.
I threw 2 birthday parties in Shanghai, went to Marseilles for MBA graduation ceremony, toured quite a bit in Europe, back in Shanghai and attended a couple of stylish parties. Then, I had to leave Shanghai, leave China, unprepared.
I borrowed a line from Harry Potter to encourage myself, “It’s not our abilities that show what we truly are. It’s our choices.”
In the following 5 years, I’ve asked myself quite often – what am I truly? Sometimes I asked myself more frequently and intensely; sometimes I tried to avoid this question. So far I still haven’t gotten an answer.
Voluntary joblessness, involuntary miscarriage and loneliness. All happened shortly after I left Shanghai and in a foreign country. The hottest country in the world seemed extremely cold to me. Later on there was just one voice echoing in my head – where is my passion? I decided to go back to Shanghai where I had always belonged. The return trip was set, my things were packed, goodbyes were said and truly meant. Then, fate took control over me again. A real big adventure was only then just about to begin…
We spent 3 weeks in (rainy) Shanghai and 1 week throughout equally cold (but dry) Germany. So a whole February was put away. When we returned home in Salenstein, Switzerland in early March, surprisingly, we saw the digital thermometer show 30 degrees Celsius in the sunny Wintergarten (“winter garden” in English) in our house.
Therefore, we knew, the spring had arrived.
Inside and outside of our two gardens (indoor garden and outdoor garden) every plant had its green sprouts. It looked so promising that I needed to immediately engage myself in assisting this process. That means, gardening.
I never thought one day, someone like me––a big Shanghai city girl––should do gardening herself! I indeed thought, one day, I would live in a big house with a big garden, having one or two professional (and sexy) gardeners do it for me. LOL! Thus, I know, I’m not rich enough yet living in a labour-wise very expensive country. There are mainly two types of people living in Switzerland based on my very shallow observations––locals, who DIY everything; foreign billionaires, who can afford to have local labours do everything for them. My hubby and I don’t belong to either of them, and it’s apparently easier to learn from the first type.
So the spring came and lingered for a while––approximately one month––and left today, leaving us with furious snowstorm and minus zero degree in the evening.
We are not defeated, nor frightened. We live in Switzerland, thus must think and act like the Swiss locals. Our house is next to the old residence of Napoleon III and on a small street called Weinbergstrasse, which literally means wine hill street in English. If there wasn’t enough sunshine during the year, how could the locals plant so many vines and produce wines? And why would Napoleon III’s mama (Hortense de Beauharnais) choose this place to reside? So here we are, putting on ready-to-wear winter clothes, all relaxed, indulgently drinking our own homemade hot chocolate and watching the snowflakes painting our outdoor garden into white, humming “What A Wonderful World”.
It’s said to be the coldest winter in Switzerland in the last 30 years. So here I am, being brave and exploring the freezing winter wonderland.
The picture was taken on January 7th, without being able to know that for the following 20 days there would be absolutely no sun, but heavy fog where you couldn’t see anything over a few hundred meters, sometimes even over 50 meters. In German language, they call it “Suppe”, meaning soup.
Meanwhile, I’ve heard that my hometown Shanghai was still undergoing the heavy haze. I imagined people living also in a pot of soup. A huge pot.
I am waiting for the spring, patiently. I’ve never been so patient in my life – I’ve finally accepted the pace in Europe, a different pace from a Shanghai one. When everyday looking out of the window, only seeing white snow and grey sky, I have to picture myself in a pair of colourful high heels. The heels gotta to be so thin and high, that are called stiletto. They should make a kinda sexy squeaky sound when they hit the ground with weight – my weight, to announce my arrival and the arrival of spring. Flowers should blossom along the way, in a fast motion. Yes, exactly like in an animation movie.
When it turns dark around 4pm, I turn on all the lights in the house, pretending the sun shines. And those orchids residing on the marble floor of our indoor winter garden are trying their best to show us the colour of the alternative of winter – it’s the colour of hope.
Thus, I am waiting, for the spring.