an old woman, a Chinese woman, rarely passes me, maybe once or twice a month, every time she sees me she asks: how is your mother? I always say good, thank you. then she moves on. in May she asked me: I inherited needles and fragments from a goldsmith, they are all made of gold, will you buy them? I said yes, so she showed me over 90 grams of gold and wanted 1500 euros, and she said: we need a lot of money in Buddhist temples. I answered: go to the jeweler and sell it for 3900 euros, Buddha understands why I am doing this: crush this temple for me Buddha, destroy it, because the Chinese have been involved in the violence longer than the Turks