…und daher eigentlich Zeit ein Fazit zu ziehen. Da jedoch am Horizont die Abschiedsbiere fröhlich winken, erspare ich mir die Arbeit des selbsterstellten Resümees. Zumal ich bereits die perfekte Beschreibung für das Leben in Shanghai gefunden habe. Autor leider unbekannt:

“Seriously though. I intend to win this thing. It is my pledge to you, gentle reader, that I will be here long after everybody’s left or been kicked out. My heart will go on. Come back in ten years — ill be here — just kicking it expat-style — still ordering “gourmet burgers” from Sherpas (Anm.: liefert von ca. 250 Restaurants in Shanghai nach Hause), taking taxis everywhere, not learning Chinese, paying my ayi (Anm.: chinesisches Wort für Tante, allerdings ebenfalls Sammelbegriff für Haushälterinnen, Putzfrauen, etc.) next to nothing, complaining about expensive cheese, getting grossed out by tea eggs, rocking a DVD collection in the thousands, scoring free champagne off club openings, camping out at Internet cafes looking creative, trying to figure a way out of the relationship I’m in with some Shanghainese girl, boring everyone to death with my limited knowledge of world cuisines, loosing cell phones, not paying electricity bills, DJing, hating on Pudong, lying about my job, getting Western Union from my grandmother, waiting for the next season of “Lost” to come out, getting gouged on rent, talking about how great Hong Kong is compared to Shanghai, getting pissed that my favourite western restaurant is getting overrun by other expats, not registering at the police station, paying too much for Schnitzel, taking up poker, sucking at football, maintaining a general ignorance of Chinese culture, writing a terrible blog that nobody reads, posing for Charlie Xia, and passing out in my apartment building elevator.”

Trefflicher hätte ich es nun wirklich nicht formulieren können. Danke Shanghai.