I'm surprised how good tourist I've been - thanks to my wife who's vacationing here until Sunday. We've seen loads of temples, palaces, parks and hutongs. We've eaten tons of Beijing roast duck. We hiked two days in the Great Wall and slept in one of its watchtowers.

On Monday, finally, I begin to work. First, I do my Amazing Eternal Life Devide instalation for the Beijing 798 Biennale, that opens next Friday. The following week I start working with Judas. We'll paint eight big canvases together and show them in September at MA Studio. Judas' idea for the project is to conquer and share Asia - Manchuria and Japan for me, Canton and Vietnam for you.

The most beautiful thing I've seen in Beijing is the water calligraphy that people do on the park pavements. It's beautifully delicate and ephemeral. I want to contract one of these calligraphers for an hour to draw the Houhai pavement full of Louis Vuitton monograms.

My Chinese friend (I think it's better not to tell any names, I really don't want to cause any trouble to anybody) says that they don't have and they never had socialism in China. She thinks that Mao just needed any ideology to back up his regime and the political extreme left was just an opportunist choice.

I was thinking how the Chinese Communist Partydares to call itself communist when they are applying most of the principals of capitalism in the country. Then I realized that this was a stupid an naive idea of thinking - I live in Spain when the ruling party is the Spanish Socialist Worker's Party that has absolutely nothing to with socialism nor workers.

Anyways, I'm surprised that it's impossible to see any Mao paraphernalia in the streets besides the huge portrait at Tiananmen. The only place where you see his face constantly is the paper money. Ironic? I don't know but I've been shopping here more than ever before.

Though I'm here in China together with my wife and though Judas is taking a good care of me, I feel more lost than anywhere before. Two years ago, I thought that Tokyo was difficult to understand and navigate but it's like a playground compared to this monotonous megapolis. Here the maps are fictitious - maybe the People's Liberation Army keeps  the exact maps exclusively for themselves.

We haven't tried to walk anywhere and just ride by taxis and rickshaws and they stop in every corner to ask the way. We show them maps and addresses written in Mandarin but it doesn't help much. And don't even try to pronounce Chinese! I attempted to explain to a cab driver to take us to Tiananmen Square but we ended up in a shopping center. Or did they tear down chairman Mao's mausoleum and replaced it with a mall?

Tomorrow, I'm going to ask Judas to take us to Jin Yuan, Golden Resources Mall, the biggest shopping mall of the world that reflects perfectly the Communist Party's to create a stable, happy middle-income consumer class.

The People's Republic of China is the largest country in East Asia and the most populous in the world with over 1.3 billion people, approximately one-fifth of the world's population. It is a socialist republic - specifically a people's democratic dictatorship according to its constitution - ruled by the Communist Party of China under a single-party system. The PRC's capital is Beijing and that's where I'm going tomorrow and I'm going to stay there almost two months..

I have packed in my suit case some essential books like Culture Shock China and Speak Chinese in 15 days and I already know to order a beer - wo yao yi bei pi jiu - and ask my way to a museum of contemporary art - dang dai yi shu bo wu guan.

This morning, I woke up in Bordeaux. First I had an energetic meeting with Patrice, Eric and his team. Then we had lunch at Brasserie l'Europe with Charlotte and tried to convince her to collaborate with our surfing project.

After the meal, Eric got the idea that I should go to see in the real life the long board life style. He got me a car and I drove 200km towards Spain, my home country. After visiting Guethary, I'm now sitting at my room's terrace in Carlina Lodge, Biarritz, listening to the Spanish TV news, drinking whiskey and observing the surfers floating in the ocean. It's a lonely but somewhat sublime feeling.