«Мне осталось жить 51 час»⁠⁠

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там был рассказ, который написал парень из Шанхая. Такого слога я давно не читал. Просто, чувственно и как-то задевает где-то глубоко внутри. Потрясающе


НАШЕЛ!!!!

Hi! from Shanghai!
Lucidending, welcome to shanghai! It\'s raining here mildly in the Luwan District. We both walk on the cold but pleasant pavements, meeting people on the way to a cafe for brunch. We walk inside a hidden alley; a few more corners and the place has transformed into a small town of cobblestone streets, old brick buildings outfitted on the ground with make-shift cafes, restaurants and rooms for elderly couples residing above us with their laundry hanging out of their dusty windows. I walk you through each and every beautiful street telling you the feeling of what it was like when i was first here and how little pleasures like this make you feel like a child again. You will look worried, and you will let go a sigh, so silent, that I will almost miss it, staring at the narrow distance.
We move on and I change the subject; I point at cafes, telling you which ones are good and which ones are too expensive and every street we go to, the smell of coffee just goes right with the cold atmosphere. We stumble upon other things that are both new to us and I take a picture of you in a beautiful street setting lined with classic bicycles. You stare at them, pondering how some are in pristine condition and how some are rusted and you realize that nonetheless, they\'re all beautiful and the weather proved their mechanical lives a good story.
We finally decide to sit outside in a small cafe adorned with ornate tables and chairs. We order the brunch that we will never have... talking about things that we will never know.
The sun is almost down and the day is golden. We part ways and at the distance I say: "It\'s been a long battle and we\'re all going home. I hope it will be painless and your exit, a pleasant one."