i left frankurt at 11 oclock in the evening to arrive in shanghai at 3 oclock in the afternoon. the aiportbus no5 brought me into the city where i changed the bus to get to zhujiajiao, the ancient water town, where i am going to live for the next 3 months. it had turned dark when i reached the final bus stop, and when the driver made me leave his vehicle. so there i was, standing in a sunday evening  exitement of a small city with my hughe red plastic trolly. A joung man dressed with a green army jacket, sitting on his suzuki motorbike asked me something. I answered by smiling and showing him a chinise writing. 5 minutes later we sat on his bike. he in the front, me on the back and the big red trolly squeezed in between us. Probably we made quite a picture, there were people laughing out loud when we passed by. The road became very narrow, so we pushed the bike to carry on.  The big red trolly, still on the suzuki bike, escorted by us, like an imperial precious. We had to stop infront of an really impressive stone bridge. I lifted the trolly on my shoulders and climebed the staircase bridge. Reaching the top a girl asked me: are you good? i answered yes and and followed her downwards, while the young man in the green army jacket finally decided not to cross the bridge on his motorbike and followed us to the other side of the chanal. He did not want to enter the bar he lend me to, its entrance was marked by a green laserlight, beaming into the night dark village, the sound of a soft electric beat sneaked through the half open door. i entered the bar.
there are so many young people here, well i am close to fifty. i had a beere with a painter who lives near by and nice chats, and a magic show and a sound performance. it is very friendly and relaxed here. i allready felt home when i was introduced to Younge who said: ah it´s you, you made it up to here? welcome. He gave me bamboo liquer from his hometown and a sweet goose to eat. He showed me The bar with the sixpeople bed, and i am sleeping there ever since.