After Watching I AM. Shimon Peres

He was so wise and humorous. Fortunately to watch this documentary, well done. So many words, hard to compose, but every time hearing Mr. Shimon Peres, there are inspirations and continuous life spirit. It will probably continue.

This documentary is successful to tell us, each one of us came to this world with a mission. A mission could be large as a statesman serving his country, a mission could also be as trivia as finding the simplest happiness while sitting under a tree alongside with a wild flower.

Nowadays, people with the smallest ego could brag their ambitions as shallow as they just want to be famous and remembered by, without knowing that life is and will always be a myth, not all the smallest achievement in people’s lives could be interpreted as a potential to change the world. No! Start to reflect on oneself, start to experience and be objective.

From the beginning, and maybe even mid-way of the life, we may still not know what is the mission of our life, but gradually we will. We could walk with the mission until the end, or could choose not to notice and get by. Once I was told, she believes that everyone comes to this world in order to learn lessons. Simple. Just to learn lessons. But how passive it is! How defensive it is. Perhaps in life, there are more things we could encounter rather than lessons, apparently, we could sense, feel, see, appreciate and live!

There is mission, then, there will be sacrifice. People hardly have both. The documentary also reveals Peres and his wife Sonia’s private life. Sonia decided not to accompany him to live in the President Residence as well as been buried separately. Surely, Peres certainly confirmed love and faith, but also, more importantly, there is the free choice. As a free person, people choose over their own free wills. How fantastic!

The documentary also reveals political events from certain point of view, as an always hot-debated issue, Middle East, Israel and Palestine can hardly be decided over a plain simple sentence. The focus is not the political correctness in a controversial region, it is the person, who remained in the politics, won all the medals of the world, read hours per day, kept working until the last moment of his life. Maybe, that could be the lesson we learn.

Check out “I Am. Shimon Peres” on Netflix


Ask where I’m a local

One rare video that I could totally related to. My forging of identity didn’t depend on my parents, since they never had any wish to move to another city or country, neither my identity was forged by copying other people’s life styles–say, everyone in China who is considered a good student should have some sort of studying aboard experience, it is rather from books I read, and what’s more important, my own choices.

The video reminds me one specific place I could call myself a local: Herzliya. Starting from the big black Herzl up to the hill, the city Herzliya begins. Divided into Herzliya Pituach and Herzliya the City, modern or conservative is easy to tell. When people heard Herzliya, they say, woah, you are rich. But I don’t live in Herzliya Pituach where the residence of all kinds of embassies are. Tel Aviv is not far, so its bubble-sized shade completely violates Herzliya’s existence. There is IDC, Interdisciplinary Center, where the most Americans come to study in this over priced private college. All the offices are using Mac, teaching is considered top notch. All kinds of figures made from green landscape are spotted in every round-about in Herzliya. I heard it’s because of a female major. I already like her!

There is my favorite restaurant, Asian as always, due to my ultimate love to noodles. It’s hard to think about those days that I had to make decision of leaving, leaving for good. Because one small tiny thing that I will miss is: when I walk into ChinaClass, Shahar the waiter will already started to put my order — seaweed salad, fried calamari, and 6 shrimps. That’s what makes one a local. At the last day, I got a free salad as the gift. Bitter Sweet.

I can never relate myself to Tel Aviv. It was the place I worked, but I always return to Herzliya. Maybe I don’t get enough chance to know the famous Tel Aviv night life at 2 a.m., but WE got Dolly Parton! The best Schwarm place is called Jamal, where decade ago it was bombed by terrorist. The shop is red, still tons of people go there, bombs do not scare people away. Israel is a very tiny country, where it gives you the illusion of knowing every big city: Tel Aviv, Haifa, Jerusalem etc. Later on I realized, it will always be Herzliya.

In the first “conflict” in 2012, I only ran to the shelter once in Tel Aviv University. That was sort of ok. I felt safe at home. But in 2014, during the 50 days “conflict”, my whole world was shaken, one of the reasons was I have to run to the shelter in Herzliya, many many times, in the city I lived. There is one 6 a.m., one 6 p.m., and numerous I don’t even remember. That’s the feeling of getting attacked at home. O, Herzliya was like my home.

The rainbow beach, the empty-yet-full highway on Yom Kipurr, the beauty salon downstairs, the quiet Shabbat, the storm that breaks umbrella, the Sokolov and Ben Gurion.

One day, on my way to work, I finally had the chance to take a photo of that elderly lady. She’s always ahead of me, with a parrot on her left shoulder. 7a.m. in the morning, that’s all what I expected. Life goes on. When I was young, I had a whole family of parrots, green father, blue mother, they had five kids — four green, the youngest was blue. I saw how they knocked their lives out of the shell, I saw how they developed four different birsonalities. Then, life goes on. I don’t feel like a local any more in my hometown, and it is me who has changed. But memory lives on, stories pass on, childhood continues on.


Here are some quotes from the video.

  1. You can take away my passport, but you can’t take away my experience.That I carry within me. Where I’m from comes wherever I go.
  2. We can never go back to a place and find it exactly where we left it. Something, somewhere will always have changed, most of all, ourselves. People.
  3. Finally, what we’re talking about is human experience, this notoriously and gloriously disorderly affair. In creative writing, locality bespeaks humanity. The more we know about where a story is set, the more local color and texture, the more human the characters start to feel, the more relatable, not less. The myth of national identity and the vocabulary of coming from confuses us into placing ourselves into mutually exclusive categories. In fact, all of us are multi — multi-local, multi-layered.

Train, Zug, 火车

Last time I was sitting on a train was in Germany. I saw a deer, jumping into the forrest. The first time I got on the train in Germany was in Frankfurt am Main, I stuck with a German football coach, “Wald” was the only word that I could remember in German. He said I spoke great German. Yes, Wald, Welt

I sat on my red suitcase, fell asleep. 

Then I saw the deer, it was another time. The jumping deer. I’m sure she saw the train, but how can I be sure it’s a “she”? The beauty absorbed me, or my soul. Keith said, it’s death drive. Yes, I wished to die in that peaceful forrest, frightening deer running around, turning her head at me, touching my dead body with her moist nose. 

They say, Europe is haunted by millions of dead souls, ghosts, the land is not peaceful, somehow, it contains riot

Now, there are bushes out of the window, and desert, yellow sands, and lizard, that’s also death. 

Everything is exposed under the sun. The same sun European see, Chinese see. She saw everything. How do I know it’s “she”? In German, it is. 

Desert offers despair. Each item is whitened. 


A Russian talks on the phone in front of me, loudly in Hebrew with heavy Russian accent. Then, several Russian phone calls. Yet, another miserable nation. 

So the elder guy next to me is reading newspapers. Shimon Peres is going to finish his term as a President. The end of an Era. 

To scrutinize trees in Israel is really a fun thing. There are evergreen kind, middle leaves, etc. One can’t tell from the plants which temperate zone it lies, like a mixed language. A melting pot. 

I heard quite a long Portuguese talk on the Platform in Herzliya, the opening was a short shout “Franklin!” It’s always better to speak mother tongue, I guess. 

I turned my head to the left, what a stunning blue. A gem, lay still, no waves. It doesn’t have Mediterranean Sea’s temper in Tel Aviv. Seeing from the window, it’s just a gem, giving the shore, beach palm trees, and chaos around it. 


Water has never overjoyed me, overwhelming instead. Even if it is a gem, the hidden power will erupt, it waits for the time. 

Forrest, mountains are connected with soil, the place we will go after we die. That’s why it stirs death drive? The drive of being melting with the soil, the feeling of completing it with our own dissolving bones. 

But not the sea. Sea is a dormant beast, waiting for the right time to burst, boost, to devour. You don’t melt, you are eroded.