From Nanjing

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我突然听到有人在叫我的名字,而且是我的名字,但這不是我熟悉的父母的声音,這是我熟悉的同学的聲音,叫我 “快一点″!突然間我在想的白日夢都消失了,我的臉上露出了笑容,我這条路上還剩下许多等著我去嘗試的奇遇。




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Little Adventures: “Since I Can Remember…”


Ever since I can remember, my grandparents have set out their breakfast on a tray the night before. 

Certain things are changing as they get older; they’ve updated from pixelated ceefax to a swish Ipad, can skype and facetime like no-one’s buisness, and are getting pretty nifty at the ol’ internet banking. But at the same time, they’ve downgraded from two cars to one, their friend circles are smaller (and shrinking), important information gets misplaced, and little things are getting more and more difficult to remember.

Now that I can’t just pop in the car and round the corner to see them, when I do, I find myself cataloguing both their routines and it’s changes. It’s wonderful seeing my grandparents adapt the 21st century, but simultaneously surreal – and sometimes terrifying – to see their habits curbed and memories get buried as time goes on. Perhaps paradoxically, I feel closer to them than when I was younger and around every weekend; I am both more in love with the moments in their house that crystallise my childhood than ever, yet also, more in tune with the people they are now.

Wherever I travel, I like to know my grandparents’ routine is still going; it’s one that’s kept them prepared for tomorrow. I know there’s museli under the saucers, with a shake of white sugar, the kettle filled ready to boil and tomorrow’s half-cup sufficiency of tea is perpetually on the way.



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