This morning, we managed to have brunch together with Li’s brother and wife in exactly the same restaurant on exactly the same table as 2015. But we ate different things this time (tasting again so well) ?
the murals were “year of the pig -branded”
Then Li led me to a barber shop. This was not exactly the same as 2015, because last time, it was a traditional one and the lady only shaved my beard (and my skin was not sulky, because of her efforts with hot wet towels), and this time it was a more stylish shop and Li had ordered a complete treatment including the face.
The barber did a lot of complicated things with different razors on my head then also cut the beard in a kind of ritualized way, combing the hair that he would cut completely anyway.
the edge on the chin is art in itself
And finally, I got this face treatment with hot wet towels, lotion, and a tool that maybe was also a razor, but he also used it on my forehead.
normally, I am shocked that I look like my father. Here, I am not looking like him, still shocking 
when I tried hard, I not only could breath, I could see a small section of reality 
no idea what he is doing 
renovated
Li documented not only the 2h procedure, she took some photos from the scenery around.
not sure if i got 8-0 or 6-0 or even 4-0… 
…but it has Arabic writing 
“Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.”
Søren Kierkegaard
In the later afternoon we went to a place for art, readings and movies and watched the film “The propaganda game” about North Korea and the special situation in and of this country.
The film was mainly English but sometimes Spanish spoken with Chinese subtitles, but I think I got it. The main point however is that you after the film still don’t know what is propaganda (of North Korea and from outside!) and what is “the truth” with the important difference that after the film you are more aware about this problem.
Next on our list was splitting, because Li met colleagues while I went to the concert of “Sunset Rollercoaster” and “Yogee New Waves” (Japan) that we originally wanted to attend together but now Li had only one ticket. Normally, I would never see such a concert where I not only was one of 3 foreigners but also the only one above 30 or 31. (Ok, maybe 32, they look so young!) and with music somewhere outside my usual spectrum.
But I liked to have this experience, seeing how similar and how different people act in such a concert in Taiwan and those concerts I know (sometimes Jazz but mostly rock music).
After the concert, Li completed the recording of the 10th verse of Schiller’s “The pledge” that her brother and his wife had started.