My improvised work place at the living room table provides me with a cinemascope view of the opposite house front in modernist yellow-greyish colour, a hue like the Beijing sky during really bad smog. But here a piece of the sky can only be seen in the reflections of the upper office windows, it’s all dark and gloomy. A heavy downpour and the shattered guitar chords of Steffen Basho Junghans complete the melancholy panorama.
