It feels so surreal to stand in the middle of Chinatown, where normally would be crowded by cars, and watching the performances that I would see at home. It’s also very surreal to see the snow flakes fall down while hearing the drum beats that are as loud as thunders. That strong contrast removes me from that living moment of being there and makes me see so much more including the leftover cabbages on the street, the kids and their parents’ interaction… I can’t say a word more