On Friday, we organize Asia Belongs to Us - a one-day exhibition at MA Studio. It's a showcase of the eight paintings I've done in collaboration with Judas and Huan Yi has particpated in two of them too as a guest star. The embassy of Finland takes this seriously and has organized a super catering for the event. Also the ambassador of Finland is coming and wants ti give a discourse. Somehow I'm flattered that the governement of my patria takes me seriously as one of the most important artist of the country but, naturally, I have a big dilemma - how to be subversive when I look like a poodle of power? And I deteste the idea of representing a country and a government.

Jocularly, on Saturday, I participate in the exhibition Memories of China at 798 Space. That show includes works of 10 Chinese and 10 Spanish artists and I'm one of them!

I'm drawing new works for the show at Bourouina Gallery in Berlin. I promised to Amel eight drawings (on high quality paper) and now I have six of them finished - I feel relaxed. That's why I decided to enjoy a bit of the weekend.

I had dinner in a fancy Korean restaurant with Vivian and Judas. I'm always fascinated by the oral hygiene of the Korean people. I remember that in  Yeosu they changed my toothbrush every day and now in this place they had courtesy toothbrushes. I think I never before cleaned my mouth in a restaurant. It's good to experience something new every day. After the dinner, I went alone to Zoo Club to listen to a Chinese rap gig. I think they confused me with somebody else because I didn't have to pay in nor the drinks, and the manager, who took personally care of me, sent me a huge fruit platter. Maybe it's because all the Europeans look the same and they thought I was David Beckham. Anyways, I was the only non-Chinese person and the only non-hip-hop styled person and felt doubly an alien.

Today Vivian is going to cook at the studio and then we go to the premium outlet mall. I don't have any money but I think I'm going to use my wife's credit card. After that we go to have Ainhoa's dinner party and then Judas said that it's going to be a karaoke night. It feels like a real weekend!

After staying three days in the decadent Soviet style Hotel Continental, I'm leaving back to Beijing. I'm still jet-lagged and I'm wondering that does going back to the Orient ease or double it.

Skopje is a poor and melancholic town in the South-East corner of the continent but, surpsizingly, I have had a feeling that I'm in Europe. I've used to think that the Balcans are lightyears away from Europe but before I came here always from the West. Arriving now from China, I see the similarities between Skopje, Madrid and Paris. You can do here European things like having a beer or a coffee in a bar at any corner, simple things that are unimaginable in Beijing.

In Spanish, macedonia means fruit salad - a mixture of freshly cut fruit in a light fruit juice, sometimes with the addition of some alcohol, served as a dessert. It's just like the position of this country between Turkish, Albanian, Greek and turbo Slavic cultures. I just hope that this geopolitical area could flourish soon. Could somebody explain me, why the Balcans are still living pos-twar and and post-dictatorial misery?

Loneliness is a feeling where people experience a powerful surge of emptiness and solitude. Loneliness is more than the feeling of wanting company or wanting to do something with another person. One of the first recorded uses of the word "lonely" was in William Shakespeare's Coriolanus, Act IV Scene 1.

I flew to West from Beijing but being less far away from home does not ease my absolute loneliness. I'm not coming from home and I'm not going home. Home is in another dimension. I've seen it in the blurry picture of the Skype webcam but sometimes I'm not sure if it really exists.

The Turkish Airlines in-flight entertainment was good, I watched Slumdog Millionaire  and listened to Queen. I don't know why all the airlines have Queen's Greatest Hits available. I love Freddie Mercury's voice and pathos but I don't have any of his albums - I listen to him only when I fly. Maybe Another One Bites the Dust wouldn't sound the same on the ground.

I'm terribly homesick but it's so much fun to paint with Judas and his father-in-law Huan Yi. Judas paints faster than Ultra Man and I'm learning a lot from him though I think that, at the end of the day, his a fake painter just like me. Our limitations make us so good. Talent is bullshit and the attitude rules. Today we go to buy diffrent varnishes and instruments that are used to decorate cakes. Our paintings are pieces of cake.

Unfortunately, I can't keep on painting all the week. On Wednesday night, I'm going to Skopje, Macedonia. It's a project for the City of Helsinki in the Biennale of Young Artists of Mediterranean that I'm doing with Katja and Niko. We'll select few artists for a mini residency and an exhibition in Helsinki during next spring. I've always loved Balkans but now I feel that it requires too much effort to change from the Chinese otherness to the Balkan otherness. As a cherry on the top of the cake, I have seven hours between the flights at the Istanbul airport - maybe I could do a sight seeing tour there, too.