Dog days Cat time

Author: Han Lianglu
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Publish Date: 2003-10-01
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Recalling the days I spent in London, most of the time I was truly like a quiet yet mysterious cat, always gnawing on books in a corner of the house that traced back to ancient Egyptian civilizations and extended far into the stars. Otherwise, I would be like a cat playing with a ball of thread, tending to the intricate twists in the depths of my soul. When the rare sunshine of London danced playfully on the corner of the opposite house, when the aroma of fried sugar pastries from the neighboring Spanish bakery drifted to my window, and when the saxophonist at the street corner played "Summer Time" once again, my curious dog within me would start to stir.
On many days of freedom, I would roam the streets and alleys of London like an unowned stray dog, searching for treasures in antique markets, lingering in cafes and tea lounges, stimulating my brain waves in museums, and eavesdropping on news at newsstands. Living in London, I looked outward at the world and inward at myself. I truly hope this travel journal can convey the charm and feelings of this life that is both serene and lively, and I also hope readers can share with me the snippets of life as both a cat and a dog during the five years I lived in London and the following five years of coming and going.