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  • This morning, I saw the sunrise, the sun is huge, it is not bright, but so beautiful and breath taking. And it is so calm and quite. I took out my camera, made a photo, as usual, if what i am seeing is too beautiful, photo was always not that good.

    Tonight, half hour ago, I was sitting in a very small theater, watching a montage film about the city of Helsinki by the award-winning Finnish film director and academic Peter von Bagh. I thought, most of the people in the theater are from Finland or related to it, and most of them are old people, maybe they left hometown for many many years. "Theater is where people dream the same dream together"--this movie said, but I have a different opinion, it could not be the same dream, theater is like our life, we experience the life together, but we see different things in it, and we have different dreams. I never been to Finland, I even never watched a movie about Finland, when I first saw the huge ship reached the land of ice in the movie, and people running around it on ice, driving a motorcycle in front of it, my dream could not be the same dream from other old people who are from that land, and maybe were once walking around a ship when it reached the land. The movie is very beautiful, and told a whole story about memories, dreams, about very colorful thing has a black shadow, about history, about the past and the growth of city. The time.

    The time? I can not understand time very well recently, because of the Tuesday, the Tuesday, and the Tuesday. Everyday could be Tuesday, but Tuesday maybe not. It is weird that if you can not name the day right, the day leaves you, without saying goodbye. Time is meaningless, life is like a piece of cake--you eat it fast, or slowly, you eat the whole, or it suddenly fall off the table until you finished it. Maybe there would be an answer on the plate after you finished the cake, maybe all you finally have is just a plate, a empty plate. Time is meaningless. The sunrise I've seen this morning and the movie I've watched tonight, could be the sunrise tomorrow or the other movie I watched in the past, or it could be Finland, Helsinki the city maybe I will visit in the future and write about in my travel-diary. It has nothing to do with the time. Time is just a name, if you could not understand it, then name it. If you could understand it. It is everything and no longer has a name.

    And I will meet my dragon, on the day we meet finally. Whatever...Let's call it Tuesday.
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