On my last day in China, i spent the night at Wu Kai’s uncle’ residence. Just after Dinner, he showed us around. He brought out his prize China and vases that were to me the most spectacular collection i had ever seen. There were those that were a few years old, and those that were hundreds of years old. And there was one that was dated back to a dynasty perhaps a thousand years ago. He said they had been passed on from generation to generation. I asked him how such delicate stuff could survive all the years of chaos that he probably went through; Wu kai and his little cousin running like mice all over the living room. His answer: If they want to stay here they stay here. If they want to get destroyed, they are destroyed.

I wish everybody surviving by the skin of their teeth in the sunamis, street riots, storms, and all the madness of nature the best of survival luck. I want to stay here atleast a little longer. I hope i will.