A friend recently left Beijing. We had known each other for less than a year. We didn’t speak the same language. But despite all of that, we were friends. It’s always sad when a friend leaves. You get used to seeing that person on a daily basis. You get to know their habits, nuances and behaviors.
Then, they are gone.
I know that Guli is on a three-day train right now as I type this. I wish her the best in her hometown of Korla, in Xin Jiang. I’ll miss you, but I promise to come and visit.
The pictures were taken from the roof of my building. I recently discovered that the door to the roof has no lock and that I can head up when ever I please, as long as I ignore the big Chinese sign forbidding me from going on the roof. From there, I get a fantastic view of all of Beijing. Pretty cool place for a beer at night.