i've just come back from my home country. it's always an awkward feeling. hongkong. germany. two worlds, many layers. some of them are amazingly similar, most of them are obscure, blurred, even incomprehensible. this picture is taken in my mother's house. she hung up a chinese papercut in her window. the sun has taken all the colour away. what remains is the blue and white bavarian sky and the village's church steeple layered with the good fortune of the chinese new year.
a plant transferred to new soil needs time to grow roots. still, it will never get as deep as the old tree that's been here for centuries.