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May 25, 2008
emotion in China
The last few weeks were indeed tragic for China. As in Myanmar and Ethiopia, the numbers are unfathomable. Today, state-run news announced over 60’000 dead from the quake and 25’000 still missing under the rubble. It was powerful to experience last Monday’s “wail of grief”, where the machines ‘cried’ for three minutes whilst millions of Chinese people remained silent (see below). State-owned newspapers and news sites were all stripped of their habitual color for three mourning days and Chinese television cancelled all singing and dancing. During this time, it was refreshing to see an ad-hock community take form in support of the many homeless and remarkable to see the stoic Chinese face carry such rare external emotion.



On that note, we’ve met several very expressive Chinese people, washing away all intensity in their eagerness to practice English. They might wait by a map or the subway stop just to get to speak to you, which always makes me smile. In turn, the Chinese people can burst into smile at our meager attempts to joke with them. So I feel that the myth that the Chinese can only express themselves during karaoke deserves further exploration. Actually, I got a few smiles of approval from the pharmacist in return for the entertainment value of me acting out the itchy part of “shingles”, which turns out to have the simple translation “dà zhuàng pào zhěn” (in case you are ever in China and have the shingles). I gratefully accepted the daily 25 pill dose of 无环鸟苷 for eight days, whatever that was. Not knowing from what overdose I might die from, I did do online homework to find out what I was taking. Sure enough, 10 bucks later, the rash does seem to be dying down.

On a more trite note, last week, I picked up the Chinese qipao dress I had made at the fabric market for the wedding we are attending in the US this summer. The principle of the fabric market is simple, you find a dress-shirt-trousers style you like, or even better, bring in a picture of what you think might look good, decide on the fabric, get yourself measured, reiterate 3-4 times what you want and agree on a good price. There are a lot of Westerners at the fabric market, presumably because larger sizes aren’t as available in the shops. That annoyed me a bit cause I knew it meant it would weaken my bargaining power. Sure enough it took me about a half an hour to find a tailor who would work on my project at a decent rate. The market on Nan Cang Jie Road has vendors on both sides. The more renowned side has a multistory building bustling with tailors but opposite it there is a less busy and thus more business-thirsty side, so I went there and the result was fantastic. I have never had anything made before so the process was particularly gratifying..

..much more gratifying that is, than this past weekend’s complex process of tax filing, eg. deciding on what revenue was earned as single and married individuals, how many forms to file for France and the US etc from thousands of miles away. Enough said, after many phone calls and emails, our lengthy life stories are ready to be shipped off via DHL to two continents.. tomorrow!

Have a wonderful week and this time we leave you with a picture of Andrew enjoying the stir-fry we made after posting last time: