“When I was a child, approximately ten years old, I went to a fancy little fair in Brussels near Gare du Midi. I found my first panda teddy bear there, I spent money to buy it to sleep with it in my bed,” the brunet lady is telling me the story standing in the door of her very nice house. Her name is Laurence and certainly not only for me she is the Panda Woman.

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’’.

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.

Imaginary Dialogues

We will join at the dawn (1) Chinese and European practitioners of tai chi (2) to express altogether the harmony of Life and welcome the rising Sun
And will enjoy the nascent lighting day as a newborn

The night was dragging on very slowly in the prison cell, after the day’s interrogation Marco Polo couldn’t sleep. „To accuse me that I made up everything about that wonderful country, China, about the people there, the richness of the land, their likable and useful products, the colourful charade of their clothes, the nicely shaped roofs of the pagodas!