China without Stick is strangely familiar. The children hanging on the hutong’s gate, waiting to see the foreign woman, remind me of the Yantai children, watching on the steps of my apartment and shouting to their friend when they saw me coming. I don’t know if word has gotten out that Stick and the protective [...]
We had a great Sunday with Hugo and Diana at Beihai Park. We relaxed in the gardens on the north side of the park, then caught the boat over to the little island, and climbed up to the white dagoba. It’s a bit like the Jersey Turnpike here, every few minutes you need [...]
I told my dad about our new hutong home. He said I could live even closer to the Forbidden City but I’d probably have to become a concubine.
First, here’s a Danwei article about the way the F-bomb pops up in Chinglish translations, and why. Check it out, if only for the screenshot of the computer translations.
Lost Laowai talks about the Rape of Nanking. And not in the CCTV9 70th anniversary documentary way, either.
…it surprised me that I had gone a quarter [...]
