Breaking my b**d?

Breaking my b**d?

I never thought the idea of breaking my b**d would have crossed my mind.

Until today. After an unexpected discussion with my professor.

Yes, I’m seriously thinking about the feasibility and plausibility of breaking my b**d now. But I cannot afford it, I know. So I will not break my b**d, unless somebody is willing to pay all the money (an astronomical 6-digit figure) for me.

Morally and socially, this is wrong, I know. My mind is clear. My professor told me, “This is clearly trickier than I thought.”

“Is it the government or a private company?” Prof P.H. asked.

I told him explicitly, “It is private, but somewhat controlled by the government.”

“What if I write a letter to your company?” Prof P.H. said.

Oh wow, I wish that letter will work. But I told him directly, “Unless I can pay for what I owe them…”

“I see... but I will be happy to do anything else to help.”

“Let me know if I can do anything, if you decide to…” He then repeated.

Suddenly I feel free in my career options. I AM thinking of going into academia after what he said today.

I am still ruminating…

我知道

我知道

我知道我离开后一定会想念 Hampstead ，但是直到昨天我才发现我会多么想念这个地方。绕着整个村庄走了一圈好像在梦里游走一样，可能是起雾的关系吧，朦朦胧胧，这样的场景我记得只在电影里看过，还以为现实生活根本不可能有这么一个地方。至少，Hampstead 跟伦敦市中心相差十万八千里。一处传来法国煎饼的诱人香味，理所当然把我引了过去。然后潜意识坐在 Haagen-dazs 外面吃着比在法国煎饼店卖的煎饼还要正宗的 Hampstead 煎饼，我知道我一年后会想念从法国老板娘口里吐出的每句浪漫法语。

听说布拉格也像 Hampstead 一样迷人，挺期待的……

幸福

幸福

吃着泡面想着秘鲁的他们，原来也可以感觉很幸福。

一般

一般

法国发生暴乱，我偏往法国去。结果，在脑里设想的各种刺激遭遇我什么都没有经历，离开 Lyon 后，那里才发生暴乱。早知道我就在 Lyon 待多几天。

秘鲁之后，欧洲的风景再也无法刺激我的感官。怎么办？以前肯定觉得很壮观很雄伟的教堂、城市、建筑现在只不过是另外一个教堂、城市、建筑而已。如诗如画的小桥流水，我以前肯定会觉得很迷人，现在连快门也懒得按。

原来，去了 Andes 一趟，其他再美丽的风景也只是一般。

几时啊？

几时啊？

读完 Hiram Bingham 的 Lost City of the Incas，我发现我始终放不下秘鲁。

通往Machu Picchu 的火车轨道前几天因为土崩被埋了许久，许多旅客因此被困在古城上面好几天，无法离开，高兴得不得了。我现在多么希望我那时候在山上也遇到土崩，这样就可以在古城过夜看日出。

我现在才明白，我始终舍不得拆开我房里那几盒可卡茶的包装的原因。

到底几时才能回去啊？