morning: bicycle repairing. stationery store. hutong. window maker. xian restaurant. telephone service. liquor & cigarettes. pirated software store. beauty salon. adult toy store. henan restaurant. hutong. telephone service. beauty salon. hangzhou restaurant. beauty salon. dongbei restaurant. beauty salon. drycleaners. grocery store. chengdu restaurant. beauty salon. mahjong & tea. hostel. lottery. adult toy store. mini market. liquor & cigarettes. beauty salon. hostel. night: hostel. beauty salon. liquor & cigarettes. mini market. adult toy store. lottery. hostel. mahjong & tea. beauty salon. chengdu restaurant. grocery store. drycleaners. beauty salon. dongbei restaurant. beauty salon. hangzhou restaurant. beauty salon. telephone service. hutong. henan restaurant. adult toy store. beauty salon. pirated software store. liquor & cigarettes. telephone service. xian restaurant. window maker. hutong. stationery store. bicycle repairing. i walk through the street twice every day, east to west in the morning, west to east in the night, from one side to another, from an urban area to another. in between is a street that, according to some people, will eventually be replaced by modern buildings. but this temporary street is obviously burgeoning. it hosts migrants coming from the whole country, who mix mandarin with dialects, who, as depicted in a documentary by an unknown underground filmmaker some years ago, are allured by the two chinese words of bei jing, and came here with a belief that their capital is always big enough for them. they are — the young couple, having no kid but an ugly dog, which never bathes, selling stationeries to high school students from across the street; also a young couple, making windows for people living in the highrises across the street, sleeping on a visible bed, cooking in the street, mother breastfeeding months old baby in the street; a middle-aged woman, brushing teeth in the street, washing face in public, feeding a one-leg chicken; construction workers, calling home thousands of miles away, walking across the street, resting outside the two-storey building temporarily set on construction sites, eating mantou as regular meals while a hungry abandoned dog staring at them. this temporary neighborhood is only hundreds of meters but looks like having everything they need for a life. although there are no heating and there will soon be snowing, there are the telephones to call home, mahjong to kill time, restaurants to taste hometown cuisine, adult toys to, you know. and it’s all worth it because here is their dreaming city.
what is the radius for living a dream life? the distance between the bedroom and the grocery store is only a few hundred meters, maybe, but also miles and miles, years and years… all the things that one needs, found in square blocks and routines and killing time, hope.