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The morning was free for Jonathan and his amigos. The time was spent walking around the campus getting to know the place better. Once again, it was cold. Jonathan felt that sooner, or later, he would reach the point of cold until it was no longer cold.



Lunch was again the same thing, sticky rice on the metal plate with dishes. It seems like the people over in Dalian live simply, even from their way of living in the hostel. According to his counterpart, Zhang Jiang, people over here live in the hostels in groups of four, six and up to eight. Is not that living simply enough?

Over in the afternoon, Jonathan started his first class, which talked about Dalian’s pride, which goes as broad from romance, to sports and to design. Fortunately, the class was held in English by Mr. Amant. It was understandable.

Dinner was settled with instant noodles that was cooked at the pantry area, finally something more familiar to his tongue.