What I learn and learned in China…

… at first – yes the language, yes my Chinese is getting better and better, but I couldn’t take a job as a simultaneous interpreter – ever. I’m not only learning, I also studied – Chinese and 2 economic courses. I learn something everyday. I learned to perform in a show and I learned to not overreact when gossip is just gossip and one should not interfere or let the talk bother yourself at all.

I learned that quality is important. Quality in friends, I rather have a few that I like to spend time with than a myriad of followers that have not more to say than ‘Hi!’ or ‘How are you?’. I learned to deal with redundancy, not only that I have to say the same stuff 20 times a day, I have to stand terrible Chinese subway television, they repeat a clip in the same clip – if you know what I mean. I would love to tell the nanny-army (this is what I call the cohordes of old people that storm arriving subways with their sheer power that every army what put to shame) ‘Please, let the people out first’ (Maybe I would say please, but it would sound like ‘FUCK’) over and over again…

I learned that it makes no sense to buy fake stuff, because in the end you will buy it twice or even more or not again. Maybe fake Haibaos would makes sense – what could go wrong with a toothpastelike, sexless creature that is supposed to resemble a chinese character and smiles (a devilish grin, that just a monster with a few facial features could pull off like this) to you from every ad and every street corner and sometimes from your best friend’s shirt.

Yes – quality matters and learning in general and the ability to deal with annoying things like redundancy, nanny-cohordes, Haibaos and Vuvuzelas (I could barely stand them on 4chan – how can people stand them 90 minutes – but that is a question for the bold soccer/football fans and not me)…