It's very strange why, even though there is no sensationalism, I laughed and cried several times.
First, if you explain it simply, it may be because you are good at empathy (or is it a bit promiscuous?).
Second, every uncle with a wrinkled face who looks a little serious, or a busy stall owner in the market, or a pedestrian in a hurry on the street, is full of tenderness when facing cats and cats.
Second, because the self-driving through Turkey in the spring of 2014 is really beautiful, it will always be brought in. Every passerby I met when I drove from the airport to the city was enthusiastic and helpful; the shy and cute but serious and professional local female students around the mosque wanted to practice speaking with us; I smoked a hookah and basked in the sun with the local uncle by the street; Wear it in the big bazaar to find beautiful mosaic tiles and small ornaments; on the way to the south, listen to Zhong Lifeng, driving the carnival to stop and go without fear; in the restaurant in Izmir, warm and sincere The young people who stumbled and spoke Chinese with us, and the boss who made KuNaFei for me that was not on the menu but specially made it for me; the little castle I piled up by the Lady Beach in Kusadasi; the water we fetched in the Druk National Park Drift; Fethiye's yacht trip, the captain roasted meat, floating on the boat, overlooking the sea and the sunset; on the way to Pamukkale, I ate a pot of good dishes stewed by the proprietress at a roadside stall; back to Istanbul On the high speed, the pot of stewed meat in the service area has been reminiscent to this day. And, on the side of the road around the Aegean Sea, on a cliff jutting into the bay, a shy uncle handed a cigar - a highlight of that journey and memories of that country.
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