Today I got up very early, at half past five. The weather should be good. But when we were on the way to the security lodge, the rain was drifting down. The sky was half bright. However there was no problem for us to see everything around clearly. The taxi arrived on time. ' Chrysan?' The driver asked. 'Yeah' she replied.  She gave us a hug seperately and entered into the car. We saw the taxi leave and disappear at the end of the street. Hopefully it would take her less than a hour to arrive at the Manchester airport. Then I went back to the dorm. I still felt sleepy and I went to bed again. It was hard for me to sleep soundly this time. When I was half awake, I kept thinking about her and tried to figure out why all these things happened to her. Why she didn't regester in our school in the first place? Why she didn't look around when she went across the road?....  And there were no answers for these questions and it will never be any answers. Only one thing that I could understand from all these events. That is  If all those things which I knew or I didn't know never happened to her, she absolutely won't be who she is today. Now She was going through the hurdles in her life, and everything will be fine: her life will be fine, her leg will be fine, her movie will be fine....

Also in today I went to the Liverpool center library. There were bloody few people hanging on the street, maybe the local chose to stay in home to celebrate the Eastern. All the shops in the city centers, at least most of them are closed. I was imposed by a feeling of lost and I did not know to go to the left or to the right. Liverpool a city having the glory past and a declined present pushed me to think and to reflect. Without industrial revolution, the north part of England would lack the encomic importance that it had during the 19th century. Without the expanding of the British empire, Liverpool would not surpass the other citys in the great Britain and challenged London's metropolitan position. However in today's situation where is the city's identity.

Today the Liverpool football team losed the game to the Manchester United, 3:1. It didn't matter, at least to me, because I'm not a fan of the either side. All those things happened only in today. Also there were many things made me happy. I finally found the book The ABC Muders in the library and I finished the film National treasure.   

With some friends I went to Chester this Wednesday. The style of Chester is totally different from the Liverpool's. Compared to Liverpool, Chester is more like a city processing the splendid history. I learned from the leacture that 'chester' is a word borrowing from Latin through the Celtic which means 'camp'. When the Romans coquered England, they seemed to mobilise a large sum of troops in this city. The old wall around Chester made me recall my trip to York. Actually both cities share many similarities, for example the pavements of them are covered by stone, when you walked on them, you would picture the cities' glory past. At least I did.

Some buildings of Chester are worthwhile to talk about here. These buildings are 'built out of the pavement', which means the first floor of the building is larger than the ground floor. According to the professional guide on the shuttle bus: in the old days, people should pay tax to build house. How much the people should pay depended on the measure of the ground floor. Therefore in order to pay less tax, the houses were designed into what they are today.

In order to create an atmosphere of the middle age, many houses in the city center are built like the houses in the middle age. The walls are white with the black bars into them.

We also paid a visit to a race course which I couldn't remeber the name. It's really broad and the grass remains to be green even in this chilled weather. The sun was bright which just liked the feeling the I cherished at that time. I wish in our heart there were always sunshine like that day. I took a picture in the race course, in which I was jogging. And I told my friends I would email this photo to my mum and make her believe that I'm doing exercise everyday in England, which of course only happens in the dreams.

Around five o'clock, the temperature began to fall. We walked passing by a Starbucks. I suggested to pop in and have some hot drink to warm up. I heard that many Europeans perfer to sit outside the cafe on the side streets. So Lilian Celin and me did the same thing that day. I picked a bad seat only facing the Starbucks rather than the street. However what comforted me later was that inside the cafe there were two beautiful fair-haired girls. It was not bad to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate while watching the beautiful girls. The truth is that it was so cold outside when approaching to the dark, which made us retreat into the cafe.

Maybe because I have earned some money, I'm getting used to spend the British currency. Months ago when I wanted to buy something I will automatically caculate how much it was into RMB. 'Holy shit! A hot dog costs me nearly 20 RMB' But now I think some subtle changes are happening to me. When I spend one Pound my brain path goes like this: ' One pound in England can buy such a nice cheese cake, but One RMB in China can buy nothing.' Based on this thought, I bought something to eat in Chester, which were delicious and I didn't feel regret.

The squirrels in Chester are more afraid of people comparing to their relatives in London. Lilian said they were stupid.... Maybe it's only because she made them feel scary, just a joke.