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Still no water, in this heat that is no fun. This condition makes me think of a novel I read before departure: Blindness by Jose Saramago, where all infrastructure brakes down - it could be a lot worse...

Kathinka meets me at the photo lab to translate. I am excited to see the scans and test prints. It turns out to be a difficult process. The girl on the computer is not as skilled as I hoped, and the necessary adjustments take a long time. It is 8:30 pm before we leave. The big prints will not be ready until tomorrow. In the meantime another rainstorm has past while there is still no water at Platform. I meet Natalie at 798. She has arranged an apartment for me to spend the night, and takes me to pick up my stuff. East End Art looks like Venice. The streets are flooded and my bathroom is beyond description. Water everywhere except in the faucet... Natalie claims it never rains this much and often. We joke about how my life is like my project, a real time performance centered on water. The apartment is on 17th floor and has a great view of Beijing - no flood will reach me here. I take a long shower and watch English news on CCTV.
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