Normally, this blog is in Swedish. But some entries I feel can appeal to non-Swedish speakers too. So I write them in English. Like this one.
Not too long ago, somebody hurt me. I was very sad. In fact, I still am. A piece of my heart is broken. But anyway. When this happened, the weather was dreary. So I spent a lot of time inside, looking out into the gloominess, getting even sadder.
At some point, I felt I had to pull myself together and get out into the fresh air. Well, maybe ”fresh” isn’t the right word. I live in Shanghai, after all 😉 But I think you know what I mean. I needed a change of scenery. A change of air. A chance to get distracted.
So I took my camera with me and went downtown. To Hongkou district, a central part of Shanghai that isn’t as glitzy as the Bund or Pudong. It’s a bit run-down and devoid of popular tourist attractions. Hongkou is my favourite photo spot in Shanghai. There is a certain atmosphere about it that I like.
I wandered the rainy streets for a couple of hours. And believe it or not, but my mood lifted minute by minute. The misty, rainy sky made everything look dreamy, a bit mysterious and very intriguing. I took a lot of photos I am very pleased with. (You can see them here.) I was happy and excited like a little kid about all the photo ops that kept popping up on the streets that I walked. I really had a great time.
And now comes the best part. I found a pretty, smallish new sidewalk right by Huangpu river, and chose it for getting back to the car. It looked I was the only one using it – not very surprising, since it serves more sightseeing purposes than rapid movement…and since this wasn’t exactly popular sightseeing weather.
After a couple of 100 meters or so, I suddenly saw a big, yellow umbrella before me. As I came closer, I saw that it belonged to a well-dressed Chinese man in his fifties. He was standing at the balustrade, quietly looking out over the river and the city. Now and then, he took a slow sip from a soda bottle. Other than that, he didn’t move. He looked so serene and peaceful, and somehow, that made me very peaceful too. And happy, of sorts. To see this business guy taking some time out. On his very own. With a quiet, barely noticeable, smile on his face. For me, on that particular day, there was something very comforting about his presence.
I stopped a couple of meters from him. Leaned against the balustrade and shared the view with him.
The photo above is what we saw.
When I came home, and went through the photos I had taken, and saw this particular one, the first thing that went through my head was:
Let there be light. Over Shanghai, and in my heart.
And that is my story.
Den texten passar på något sätt bra ihop med fotot!
På tal om något helt annat, nästan i alla fall, såg jag ett tyskt TV-program som handlade om en tysk kock som flyttade till Shanghai där. Det roliga var att jag tänkte ”Shanghai, där ‘känner’ jag ju någon som bor.” 😀
Men det är ju helt korrekt tänkt, Elisabeth 🙂
Det var mycket symbolik i den bilden.
Det är därför jag har svårt att tro på slumpen, Selma. När det händer såna här saker, som att rätt motiv infinner sig i absolut rätt ögonblick – och talar till mig, så högt och klart.
Det finns ljus i mörkret.
Fin historia till en vacker bild!
Det FINNS ljus i mörkret … Det lärde jag mig i min lilla by i Österrike, strandsatt som jag var där ett år.
Immer wenn Du weisst
es geht nicht mehr
kommt irgendwo
ein Lichlein her …
Kram!
Tack, Marina och Skatan! Ja, det där lilla ljuset kommer ju ibland när man minst av allt väntar sig det …
Jag hade gärna sett dig och mannen med det gula paraplyet.
Det finns ljus, alltid, men ibland behöver man söka litet mer.
Tänk att grått kan vara vackert också. Det har jag faktiskt aldrig tänkt på. 🙂
Peter: åhhhh… I am a sucker för grått. Även när jag inte är ledsen, faktiskt 😉
Ja du Anne, jag får väl söka vidare … ELLER så kommer ljuset till mig, när jag minst av allt väntar mig det.