The moon always makes me think of loneliness. Maybe it's because of the noise when someone is constantly talking in addition, there is no place for him to pay attention. And he - you never said anything. It is like a friend who just is. I do not want nothing, nothing is expected, or anything there is no hope. Just be yourself - in the full sense of the word!
when I lived in the eastern suburbs of Taipei, in the district Mudża, the tin roof of an annex to the house, I was at the disposal of a large terrace with views of distant mountains and the moon kept me company almost every night. I watched the east, I looked at his journey in the sky - and it is often said goodbye when you disappear behind the horizon. Who lives a floor below the owner built himself a tin attic as widely practiced custom here, that the surface of the roof covering the building belongs to the person who lives on the top floor. In an annex arranged the prayer room and two spacious bedrooms for rent, bathroom and kitchen. He was diligently practicing Buddhist - he got up very early every day from six in the morning and tapped rhythmically in such a called "fish", which raises percussion instrument used in Buddhist practice of prayer - especially a hollow block, which with a wooden rod postukiwaniu seemed a little loud croaking sound and voice was reciting sutras. Because just behind the wall was a room which I rented, I did not have to use an alarm clock.
word "mudża" in Chinese means "palisade" and is a memorial, as someone explained, after the Japanese occupation of Taiwan, when the city was overrun by the army occupation, but the top Japanese government is not reached. Do not even dare to venture there for fear of attacks by guerrillas, mostly belonging to the upland ethnic minorities. Therefore, for protection against attacks of the mountaineers, built at the eastern borders of a wooden palisade Taipei, which determined the end of the area where you feel secure. According to the used here is still called. transktypcją Wade - Giles, writes the word "Fly" - which was invariably a source of joy for me.
apartment under a tin roof was quite annoying for another reason, than the forced wake of six in the morning especially during the summer heat. Roof heat up very during the day, so when I returned in the evening after classes at the university, embarrassing me sleep in a veritable oven: not even help open doors and windows and turned on an electric fan, because the roof and walls warmed in the morning before the heat wypromieniwywać ceased.
That's what I widokz the window of my attic ...
postnowiłem After half a year to move closer to schools and downtown. Instead I had a tin attic now a tiny room with two windows and air conditioner (though rarely used it because devoured terrible amount of electricity, for which of course I had to pay). Unfortunately, the windows could not see the moon, or stars - just a small piece of heaven, because homes across the narrow street they almost completely obscure.
flowed nearby. Walked through the narrow streets of a little down. I remember tuberose most shrub that grows just outside the gates of one's home. When the evening the house passed, intense smell drove almost dizzy. Tuberose is called in Chinese means "fragrant at night." There's not a bit exaggerated, because the day really any smell in the area it was impossible to feel.
Then go past a strange hotel with a stone carving over the entrance of ghosts. He did feel a little weird, because I never saw in him no traffic - no one enters it or leave. And yet was still active - gray, silent, somewhat gloomy and ominous. Next was chałaśliwa highways running along the river - it passed by a footbridge. I've been on a river. Just a wide strip of lawn, where he strolled in the day, people with dogs and children's carriages, and it was a river.
Fixed a small temple of here. Really small, because the whole building surpassed the height of its growth is not an adult - it can be compared to the roadside shrine. Constant low on the shore, founded, as he preached the word, in remembrance of several children who at one time there were drowned. I liked to come here late at night and watch the river was rising, storm and retract under the pressure of the tide. The sea was not far away. In Taiwan, moreover, nowhere does it specifically remote, although in the mountainous interior of the island so it does not feel. Wzbierała water, bouncing off the moon - the best companion of solitude and companion to the glass - and the world swam at night wrapped in silence somewhere outside my back.
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