[…] Zhu Jian moves as if he was afraid of going wrong; has been in Ningbo for two years, before long – without great ceremonies – he will celebrate eighteen. Think about enrolling in the course driving on campus, although it is unlikely that he will need the car or can keep the expense. Finished studying every day, spend hours practicing ping-pong; does not have one yet girl and frankly he doesn’t care. Yesterday his new Italian teacher proposed to the class to photograph a story, an idea, any inspiration; a way to look at each other better around or do it with another meter. At the moment he has his head emptied, his steps get lost uncertain in the campus supermarket. […]
Around the Ningbo Polytechnic buildings for housing multiply quickly: while inside the campus the rhythm remains tied to deadlines and plausible vital passages, outside from the horizontality and from the spaces of maneuver shared a strictly vertical world grows, a continuous elevation that leads from system to a subterranean existence. The campus represents a city in the city, which on the lever of a more architectural environment cautiously silently marks the distance from the outside. Before entering the articulated histogram Chinese, despite all the conflicting feelings generated by the surrounding future, the Polytechnic of Ningbo gives the possibility to regulate one’s pace or to think about it again.
