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Weekly review 4.

The walls are green and I feel golden.

What time has brought to me in the form of gratitude has finally established as a clear thought: I love Prague. Yes; this is the first time your very own Papa Shanghai is disclosing a location but it is just too much to pass up on. Also, you still won’t find me here. Maybe I am the waiter, maybe the bouncer.

The subliminal message that is spread over this city is filled with history, culture and longing. Longing for independence, longing for its place in the world. It has faced many struggles and you can see that. Just as every single thing on this planet, Prague has been shaped by its environment.

I am becoming cheerfully melancholic when I sit and soak in to this adopted place of home. As in many cases, facing challenges is easier together, even just connecting passively. Feeling that we are all struggling at it. Struggling with our place in life, the inevitability of failure or finding connections.

So let Prague pierce through the thick skin you have built up, sit in a coffee house, Café, see how people are struggling, celebrating, suffering, winning. Just like you. You are welcome.

The Coffee Houses are the living rooms of this city.

Weekly review 3.

As I make my way through the clouds, I can’t help but think of the perception of time. How come the small animation of the plane is almost not moving at all on the big blue planet but I am moving through life at exactly 911 kilometres an hour?

How much is a day in comparison to a lifetime? How much is an hour in your week? The immeasurable pendulum of time keeps swinging. That is also the exact same reason why I am writing this review now. It is Sunday and I hope you enjoy another leftover takeout from Papa Shanghai.

The week that has passed went by as fast as the plane I am sitting in. But I am wondering, how much is time worth when you are living day to day? How much is an hour worth if you don’t know how you can put food on your table the next day? Is time encouraging then? Depressing? Is it master or slave? Are you able to control it?

One thing I have noticed is that, mostly, time gets more slowly when you constantly observe it. Maybe time is a shy mistress, one whose powers you cannot estimate. Always there, always watching. Surely, powerful but also a victim to our judgement. So why not become friends with time? You want to know how?

Maybe look away for a while. Don’t notice time and see what time will do for you. As any obscure mistress, she might treat you just right. But don’t take my word for it. I am just an observer of things myself.

Buffet Cutlery.

You stand there, waiting. I gaze into your direction from a safe distance. You don’t know it but I have been observing you for quite some time now. You seem sad.

There is a profound sadness in your statue, do you miss something? You should be happy as people approach you, you are the provider of essential goods for many, myself included no less. Still, I see you, facing down, shoulders encroached.

“I must change something”, I say to myself as I contemplate on my plan in the safe corner of the room. What will make you happy? You seem to have enough admirers, thanking you for your service.

I start sweating profoundly as I make my way toward you. I am satisfied but the hunger for your happiness makes me move.

As I stand before you, I see the sadness looking through me, piercing the opposite wall. I smile and nod as you ask me if I wanted some more salad.

“This is it”, I think to myself as I anticipate your hand moving towards the buffet cutlery. Our hands touch for a second. Time stands still. Surprise and astonishment in your face appear and push out the sadness.

You don’t know that I am as nervous as you are. Confidently I nod and say: “I’ll get it myself, thank you.”

You seem restless but be assured, it’s for you. I grab the buffet cutlery and put some salad on my plate. I nod again and turn around, almost fainting but not flinching for a second.

You will be, still today, my knight in shining white Chef armour, armed with your buffet cutlery. Just sometimes, let your guard down, I got you.

Weekly review 2.

As I sit in an abandoned airport in the middle of the night in Eastern Africa, I reminisce and try to think how this has ended here.

Sometimes a week is just a mere shimmer in the takeout box of life. It might be that last piece of Pakora that was hiding away in the corner of the box. Small, surprising, tasty nonetheless.

It’s been one of those hidden Pakora weeks, I think to myself while sipping on a can of Habesha Cold Gold (look it up to see where your Papa is). I encourage you to look deeper into your last week, take a journey, together with me. Let the memories live once again before they fade away into the abyss.

This week’s theme will be change. I sure hope that while you are reading this, you encounter change as well. For many it brings confusion, even fear. But face it confidently and I can tell you, there will be a reward. Whether it is location, attitude, or even just trying new beers. Face it, give into the thing that will happen anyway: CHANGE.

Some of you might have expected for the review to get into detail, what politics have moved and what I did. But does it really matter? Do you read these texts to be informed about the whereabouts of Papa Shanghai (which I already gave you)? This should push a button, and not even a significant one. So be aware, this is not a network. And frankly, I don’t care about what you did. In fact, I don’t even care if you read this. But when you do, know that I appreciate it. Because the next time we will meet, I will listen to what you did. A review of some sorts on your life.

So be aware: if you are sincere, I will be too. If you are interested, I will be as well. So this week, listen to the theme, change. Let’s do it together. Actually, stand up, go to a window. Now open it and shout: CHANGE!

See you next week, my friends.

Weekly review 1

As the Sundays of the endless rice steamer we call life seem to drag along week for week, I have decided to review what happened. It is a mental exercise of sorts, maybe I will even include pictures. You seem to like them, it is no wonder newspapers are dying out and you consume the latest happenings in a form of a six second video. It is the low-shelf milk rice of quality content. So after all, should I indulge in this shindig? I guess you and me both have to see.

This week, the review will be short as papashanghai.com has just launched. Fitting to the occasion, I will try to attach some songs. You can listen to them or not, but I always find that life gets more bearable when you have a soundtrack. Maybe you can even stand up and dance, wouldn’t that be crazy?

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