The neon signs and dark green city lights, the food culture, the history of a village consumed by opium, the old traditions that keep households together, the old crusty mussels attached to the bottom of the floating restaurants for years. I want to be there, 

I want to see every dark spot from every dark street of Shanghai.

One day at a not so young age I discovered between some boxes a sex book that actually made me imagine myself as the main character, Cocó, with long pale legs and a mini skirt walking all around the streets of this objectively terrible bet seller, lit up by the red tinted bulbs from a couple gorgeous pubs. My favorite book “Shanghai baby” is the name. Beautifully written by Wei Hui in my opinion. The first book that I ever finished, which was later on followed by “marrying buddha” an even worse but even better second part. Now I realize how amusingly bad the book is. But when I started reading it something about it touched something extremely deep in me. funnily enough. I couldn´t help to fall in love with such a beautiful yet stupid way of writing and describing the beauty of a 27 year old’s closet full of red silk and her sex life.

 

Our trip is happening tomorrow.