Hello, dear friends from Europe and China!
I am thirteen years old Bulgarian girl and all I know about China till now, came from my favourite cartoon ‘’Mulan’’ (I watched it hundreds of times), old videos with my father’s favourite actors Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee, and ‘’Kung Fu Panda’’.

Although almost every corner of the world has been discovered, everyone can be a discoverer. Going to a library or searching through the Internet’s news is enough to awaken tremendous curiosity for places and phenomena around us. We may not be shown on the front pages of some famous newspapers, but we would enthuse ourselves with an idea of infinite exploring, meeting new communities, admiring unusual pieces of architecture.

A nostalgic foreword
In the mid 70’s, fascinated by the historical meeting of Chairman Mao and Dr. Kissinger, many young members of the American academia, mostly men, went to China, attracted by a mystical land, where beautiful women wore tiny shoes. As one such naive adventurer, I spent some time in the midst of villagers and peasants without being able to speak, read, write or understand anything or anybody around me. But what happened to me was an extraordinary human experience.

Zhong Cheng has always considered himself a man of his word. He never gave empty promises, and never threw words in the wind, which could be called his secret pride. And for such a noble and decent man who is always responsible for his words, there is no worse torture, than the one experienced by Cheng.

She was walking with such a fierce confidence that I decided to speed up and ask her. The aerobridge was never-ending and I was already terribly late.

“Hey, sorry for bothering but do you know by any chance where the transfer desks are? I have to catch another plane very soon, this one was delayed…” I started.