Then I went to New Brighton with Ronnie, by train. The weather was very cold and we were heading to a castle which was built to defend the Nazi but finally useless. They were having a tribute concert to Buddy Holly in a basement cell of the building.
I knew actually only one song, that is 'It's so easy to fall in love'. And where I have learnt it was from Ang Lee's Brokeback Mountain.
Later I had a chat with Pat in the radio station. Pat was very eager to help me out of my recent shit and asked Glen to help. Yet I don't want to give my headache to everybody. Glen drove me back to the antique shop and I didn't expected it closed early on Sunday, half an hour earlier. I called Trevor to come down for me. I went home and stuck to the computer again for half an hour. Later I went out and Trevor drove me to Paul's place.
Paul's place is not very big but hanged loads of paintings of different style and there were sample of birds and hawks on the bookshelf. He is a lover of Murakami too.
Paul made me tea and we smoked comfortably on the sofa. We talked about all kind of stuff and he showed me his artwork which are stunning. We chatted so happily that I forgot to take pictures. Paul understands throughly why I am running away from home and many views of life is quite alike for both of us.
He tried to make me pizza, but he has lost his sense of smell when he was still a child. And I didn't know when the pizza should be alright. He didn't tell me either. At the end he got his kitchen burnt.
We had some cheese and wine instead.
I will try to introduce his work back to HK. He lent me Murakami's The Wind-up Bird Chronicle and walked me downstairs.
Trevor went back and drove me home before 11 pm. I almost forgot time and didn't want to leave. Trevor asked me how do I think of Paul's home, I said comfy and relaxing. He said I am probably the only person finding his place relaxing.
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