Fishing is a bit like photographie – you wait, and wait – and nothing special happens. For ages you are used to get nothing but ordinary pictures. And then you find a gold fish, because he is waiting for you in the middle of a park in Shenyang. My little friend on this picture could only speak chinese, and I’m not too much of a talker in that language but he seems to be very happy even without words. Got a gold fish today – Now I am happy and can go to bed.