felt I was particulary connected to this building in Shanghai the first time I saw it in 2006, I felt it had a connection to my previous life. Step by step, I descovered that it was a place where my lover had lived. And today, I might even write a long story about this. Each time I see this building refreshes a bit of my memory from my previous incarnation, me as a Russian refugee in Shanghai and her as a prostitute, the one I fell in love with. I even reconize the window, the steps, the door, the roof, the top where the pegions were kept, and this house was remarkably one of the reasons why I decided to stay in Shanghai, to revive my past and finish the circle of that and this life as well.
Wherever you roam, look at the traces of your past lives, you may find them, or not, but it is worth a try.
