For fellow 'croc-a-maniacs' such as myself, you will be delighted to hear that
I have found places here in this large city, that sell the original 'crocs'!!
Of course this was a must for me, as summer, winter or fall you can see me walking the streets of Israel in my bright gear. Long before the craze hit Europe, I could be seen pounding the streets, sockless in my yellow, purple, red or gold (these being my best ones) foot attire.
To promote this addiction here in China, it is said that Yao Ming the basketball superstar and Jackie Chan of Hollywood fame as well at an event last summer at Shanhaiguan, three hours out of Beijing, where the Great Wall meets the sea, the DJs spun their music, wearing Crocs, provided by the manufacturer.
At the Aquatic Center that has been built especially for the Olympics, the colorful arena there will be selling their own bottled water brand, as well as other Water Cube products that include swimwear and memorabilian. It has
been rumored that Crocs will be up for sale too. (I just hope that they will
be the slip-proof kind). This center, built to be 'green', using energy saving
technologies can actually collect 10,000 tons of rain water, 70,000 tons of clean water and 60,000 tons of swimming pool water per year. It can also save 140,000 tons of recycled water per year! Impressive.
Despite what the world thinks of China, the people are loyal to their country and proud of their efforts to make an outstanding performance, they know that the world is watching. Each contractor has been told that he has to plant trees, paint and renovate their properties in lieu of the upcoming event.
Next Friday is a new national holiday, maybe one of a few, now that the May holiday has been cancelled, except for the first of the month. The 4 April, Friday is known as 'Cleaning the Graves' day, as thousands go to visit their ancestors remains and lay flowers there. Some will be turning it into a long week-end, but for others, the holiday will last only a day.
With all this activity and adventure of being in Asia, there is no question that
I have been spoilt, for the pace of life here is for me quite tranquil In Israel, we live a much faster rate and whether it is good, bad, or unhealthy, I personally could never live in China for a long period, but consider myself a temporary
stopper-over, with eyes on the next post of maybe Japan and then who knows, in the future, South America?! I always said I was born in England by mistake.
As for me, if you are looking for me during the summer, or at the games, I shall be one sporting the colorful crocs, electrified hair and flying the flag, the Israeli one of course. As I say to my students, it is good to be proud of ones country, irrelevant what others think of it, it is a question of loyalty.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Heaven in a Temple
Finding myself with a day off, as one of the companies that I work with were on vacation, I sat undecided as what to visit first. Of course on my list is the usual requirements..... The Great Wall, The Forbidden City, The Hutongs, The Summer Palace..... The Shopping Centres (only joking)... but as the weather had
turned drizzly and overcast, I decided on The Temple of Heaven.
This temple was built in1420 by the Emperor Yongle for better harvest. In comparison to the Forbidden City, it is four times larger in square meters. The large gardens are laden with trees, that are now only starting to bloom, but one can imagine how it must look in the summer. The Temple itself with its inner sanctuaries and alters was built to represent 28 constellations, 4 seasons and the 12 months of the year.
The Emperor who was the all powerful, was responsible for the good harvest.
The hall of Prayer itself is very impressive and under one of the long houses, I found the 'retired' folk, playing cards, musical instruments, dancing with their fans and generally keeping themselves amused and busy. An outdoor 'golden' retirement club, this was a delight to see.
I myself have not been yet to the following, but have seen pictures of his work.
Zhang Yujun, 47 is a fan of the 'hutong culture' of Beijing. The 'hutongs' are the famous alley ways and small streets that could be found in some parts of England, as in Brighton or Bath or in Israel in Zefat or Neve Zedek in Tel Aviv. For the past decade her has invested most of his money into his craft and collection of keeping this era alive in a museum. His idea is/was to maintain a window into the past life of Beijing, that was mostly destroyed when the mass building overtook the city. The musem is found opposite the National Memorial of the Chinese People's War, near the Marco Polo Bridge (otherwise known as Lugou Bridge) inFwngtai District. I understand this is a place not to be missed, not quite Madame Tussaud or The Diaspora Museum in Tel Aviv, but well worth a visit and not to touristy.
Every Friday I usually go out to teach in a far flung part of Beijing, past the 6th Ring Road, that has not been completed yet, to an industrial area that looks like the 'back and beyond', the rural area that is left outside the main city. But, on my return, the hustle and bustle of the city is unbelievable. Neon lights blazing, cars honking, this city is alive with activity and many a Beijinger can be seen standing on one of the many pedestrian bridge crossings, standing agog looking at all the activity below, a sight truly not to be missed.
Lastly for all you would be shoppers that come to Beijing and go to the Silk/Pearl Market and are not sure of what you are buying. Know that in a small town near Suzhou, a city not far from Shanghai, is the true birthplace of the Chinese freshwater pearl trading center. Around 1,000 families breed these white treasures in the surrounding waters and lakes. Legend tells that around 770-476BC, a famous beauty Xishi dropped her pearl bracelet into a lake in Weitang, which was then changed to Pearl Lake and from that time it has given
big, pure and bright pearls to the locals and for others to buy. Bear in mind, that the pearly are graded and classified before being sold. Worth checking out.
turned drizzly and overcast, I decided on The Temple of Heaven.
This temple was built in1420 by the Emperor Yongle for better harvest. In comparison to the Forbidden City, it is four times larger in square meters. The large gardens are laden with trees, that are now only starting to bloom, but one can imagine how it must look in the summer. The Temple itself with its inner sanctuaries and alters was built to represent 28 constellations, 4 seasons and the 12 months of the year.
The Emperor who was the all powerful, was responsible for the good harvest.
The hall of Prayer itself is very impressive and under one of the long houses, I found the 'retired' folk, playing cards, musical instruments, dancing with their fans and generally keeping themselves amused and busy. An outdoor 'golden' retirement club, this was a delight to see.
I myself have not been yet to the following, but have seen pictures of his work.
Zhang Yujun, 47 is a fan of the 'hutong culture' of Beijing. The 'hutongs' are the famous alley ways and small streets that could be found in some parts of England, as in Brighton or Bath or in Israel in Zefat or Neve Zedek in Tel Aviv. For the past decade her has invested most of his money into his craft and collection of keeping this era alive in a museum. His idea is/was to maintain a window into the past life of Beijing, that was mostly destroyed when the mass building overtook the city. The musem is found opposite the National Memorial of the Chinese People's War, near the Marco Polo Bridge (otherwise known as Lugou Bridge) inFwngtai District. I understand this is a place not to be missed, not quite Madame Tussaud or The Diaspora Museum in Tel Aviv, but well worth a visit and not to touristy.
Every Friday I usually go out to teach in a far flung part of Beijing, past the 6th Ring Road, that has not been completed yet, to an industrial area that looks like the 'back and beyond', the rural area that is left outside the main city. But, on my return, the hustle and bustle of the city is unbelievable. Neon lights blazing, cars honking, this city is alive with activity and many a Beijinger can be seen standing on one of the many pedestrian bridge crossings, standing agog looking at all the activity below, a sight truly not to be missed.
Lastly for all you would be shoppers that come to Beijing and go to the Silk/Pearl Market and are not sure of what you are buying. Know that in a small town near Suzhou, a city not far from Shanghai, is the true birthplace of the Chinese freshwater pearl trading center. Around 1,000 families breed these white treasures in the surrounding waters and lakes. Legend tells that around 770-476BC, a famous beauty Xishi dropped her pearl bracelet into a lake in Weitang, which was then changed to Pearl Lake and from that time it has given
big, pure and bright pearls to the locals and for others to buy. Bear in mind, that the pearly are graded and classified before being sold. Worth checking out.
Tidbits!
If you live in China, should you learn the lingo?? The truth is that you should be able to speak any language you please, but whether you will be understood is another matter. All those around me are constantly asking whether I intend to learn Mandarin. The truth is, I would love to. But, I have no illusions of my ability, as my third child always comments 'when are you going to learn Hebrew?' meaning that in his opinion, I still only 'murder' the language. I totally disagree with that, for when you are able to argue and be understood in the native tongue, you have made it your own!!!
Seriously speaking though (no pun intended), I recently read of someone who took 300 hours (not sure if they were the full hours or accademic ones), spent 30,000 yuan (equivalet of $3,940) on one to one lessons and is still unable to order pizza over the phone! Whereas in comparison to the same amount of lessons in Spanish, would have been able to hold a whole conversation. It is of course the 'tones' or as pronounced here, 'the 'tohns' that are the problem, both your accent, the sound that you use, can change the meaning of the word and I have been reassured by native speakers, that they themselves ask each other if the word spoken, was really what had been intended by the speaker!! So, no chance in heaven for me!.
Language experts estimate that it would take more than 2.000 hours of instruction over a period of 2 years, learning incessantly 20 hours a week, to be fluent. Bearing in mind that China has 1.3 billion people, that China will become in time the third language of the world, maybe I should perservere?
In a taxi I am now able to make myself understood with the basic directions, but when I tried to show off my new skills to a student, he looked at me blankly, not understanding a word I said. Upset at his lack of support for my ability, I hastily explained that the drivers seemed to understand me, as since I had mastered these few words, I arrived at my destination more easily. His reply was that they 'needed' to understand me in order to receive the fare!!
Maybe as not to waste the opportunity of being here I should learn Spanish?
Ole anyone?
Seriously speaking though (no pun intended), I recently read of someone who took 300 hours (not sure if they were the full hours or accademic ones), spent 30,000 yuan (equivalet of $3,940) on one to one lessons and is still unable to order pizza over the phone! Whereas in comparison to the same amount of lessons in Spanish, would have been able to hold a whole conversation. It is of course the 'tones' or as pronounced here, 'the 'tohns' that are the problem, both your accent, the sound that you use, can change the meaning of the word and I have been reassured by native speakers, that they themselves ask each other if the word spoken, was really what had been intended by the speaker!! So, no chance in heaven for me!.
Language experts estimate that it would take more than 2.000 hours of instruction over a period of 2 years, learning incessantly 20 hours a week, to be fluent. Bearing in mind that China has 1.3 billion people, that China will become in time the third language of the world, maybe I should perservere?
In a taxi I am now able to make myself understood with the basic directions, but when I tried to show off my new skills to a student, he looked at me blankly, not understanding a word I said. Upset at his lack of support for my ability, I hastily explained that the drivers seemed to understand me, as since I had mastered these few words, I arrived at my destination more easily. His reply was that they 'needed' to understand me in order to receive the fare!!
Maybe as not to waste the opportunity of being here I should learn Spanish?
Ole anyone?
Controversy!!!
I have to start off by saying that I love being here in Beijing, I am not saying that it is easy, but it is an experience to say the least. The hard part is not having the children close by, but I hope that at the end of my travels, I will have more stories to tell.
Having lived in Israel for the last 22 years, I haven't in a long time stopped to think of myself in 'jewish' terms, but define myself only as an Israeli, so it is very strange to come here to Asia and be asked and told many a time 'are you jewish?', or 'how nice to have a 'jewish'mother around' (I'm not sure what that
one is supposed to mean). In the past i have been a practicing one, but gave that part up when I was 'joined at the hip' to my now ex husband for 15 years, after I had left him, till he finally set me officially free.
So, looking on the web site for somewhere to participate in the Eve of Passover
rituals, I noticed an advertisement for the local Beijing Community, that holds services and Sabbath (Friday night) Eve dinners together. They will also have a communal Seder (eve of Passover dinner) on the second day of Passover, for those who do not live in Israel, have to celebrate for an extra day. At first tempted, I later decided against it. With all the greatest respect and admiration for my fellow faith compatriots, living in Israel has taught me that I do not feel the necessity to prove my faith, but rather live it.
This for me has been a relevation and confirmation, for one of the reasons (and believe me there are many) that I left Israel on this 'big' adventure, was to remember why I went there in the first place!! Disillusionment with the tax
authorities, government and courts that have neither defended or helped in times of need, but request feeding very much the same as those of you who remember the plant in the now classic film 'the Little Shop of Horrors' - Feed Me!! will well understand.
Living at present now in Asia can be at times funny (looks and comments), frustrating (taxi drivers) and both a learning and interesting experience (the people I meet). Students constantly ask me if the Israeli Government is a good one, or whether other Parliaments throughout the democratic world are better.
It always gives me a moment to pause and stress, that they must not mix up the
Chinese policy of informing the people on a 'need to know' basis and whether they are good or not. Is the British one good? Is the Israeli one better? Is America an example of what is best? These are questions that I am forced to answer and be as candid as I possibly can. Is there such a thing as perfect? Of course not, each one in turn has policies that can benefit and harm the individual - but again when asked and encouraged to make Beijing my home or
asked by those from abroad 'how long are you going to be gone?' - I reassure
one and all, I am on a temporary leave of absence, to remember why I went in the first place.
It may not be perfect, it is sometimes destroying and I mean that in the emotional sense, but it is home - not only because of my children who are my
life, plus grand-daughter, but because yesterday whilst I was playing a game with my class of 20 questions, one of them was what is your most memorable moment and they turned around and asked me to answer that one first.
My reply was, that life is made up of moments, more than one, that makes it all worthwhile. Sitting around the table with all the children present, when we are in a talkative and laughing mood, the birth of my grand-daughter, a party thrown for me by friends, help and support from a loved one or that moment when I am on the bus to Jerusalem, late at night coming back from a long days
work in Tel Aviv and I happen to glance out of the window and see Jerusalem coming up around the hill in front of me - I still find, even after all these years, that I can catch my breath and feel that I am coming home.
Having lived in Israel for the last 22 years, I haven't in a long time stopped to think of myself in 'jewish' terms, but define myself only as an Israeli, so it is very strange to come here to Asia and be asked and told many a time 'are you jewish?', or 'how nice to have a 'jewish'mother around' (I'm not sure what that
one is supposed to mean). In the past i have been a practicing one, but gave that part up when I was 'joined at the hip' to my now ex husband for 15 years, after I had left him, till he finally set me officially free.
So, looking on the web site for somewhere to participate in the Eve of Passover
rituals, I noticed an advertisement for the local Beijing Community, that holds services and Sabbath (Friday night) Eve dinners together. They will also have a communal Seder (eve of Passover dinner) on the second day of Passover, for those who do not live in Israel, have to celebrate for an extra day. At first tempted, I later decided against it. With all the greatest respect and admiration for my fellow faith compatriots, living in Israel has taught me that I do not feel the necessity to prove my faith, but rather live it.
This for me has been a relevation and confirmation, for one of the reasons (and believe me there are many) that I left Israel on this 'big' adventure, was to remember why I went there in the first place!! Disillusionment with the tax
authorities, government and courts that have neither defended or helped in times of need, but request feeding very much the same as those of you who remember the plant in the now classic film 'the Little Shop of Horrors' - Feed Me!! will well understand.
Living at present now in Asia can be at times funny (looks and comments), frustrating (taxi drivers) and both a learning and interesting experience (the people I meet). Students constantly ask me if the Israeli Government is a good one, or whether other Parliaments throughout the democratic world are better.
It always gives me a moment to pause and stress, that they must not mix up the
Chinese policy of informing the people on a 'need to know' basis and whether they are good or not. Is the British one good? Is the Israeli one better? Is America an example of what is best? These are questions that I am forced to answer and be as candid as I possibly can. Is there such a thing as perfect? Of course not, each one in turn has policies that can benefit and harm the individual - but again when asked and encouraged to make Beijing my home or
asked by those from abroad 'how long are you going to be gone?' - I reassure
one and all, I am on a temporary leave of absence, to remember why I went in the first place.
It may not be perfect, it is sometimes destroying and I mean that in the emotional sense, but it is home - not only because of my children who are my
life, plus grand-daughter, but because yesterday whilst I was playing a game with my class of 20 questions, one of them was what is your most memorable moment and they turned around and asked me to answer that one first.
My reply was, that life is made up of moments, more than one, that makes it all worthwhile. Sitting around the table with all the children present, when we are in a talkative and laughing mood, the birth of my grand-daughter, a party thrown for me by friends, help and support from a loved one or that moment when I am on the bus to Jerusalem, late at night coming back from a long days
work in Tel Aviv and I happen to glance out of the window and see Jerusalem coming up around the hill in front of me - I still find, even after all these years, that I can catch my breath and feel that I am coming home.
It Is Getting Closer!!!!
Well with all the excitement over the last few weeks, with riots in Tibet and threats of boycotts throughout the world, the Olympic Torch Ceremony in Greece went without a hitch, maybe even above expectations. For those of you
who watched it, it was shown live here in China, with much build up and enthusiasm to ignite the chinese into the expected throngs of people, who will
enter, visit and participate at the games in August.
I don't believe that there is a family in this vast land, that has not attempted to
log onto the China Olympic Games Web Site, to enter into the local lottery and receive his tickets for the event. The prices for these nationals, start at 100yuan
(50nis or $12) a price that us westerners can only envy. For anyone who does not possess an identity card, they have to go into the foreign websites and purchase their tickets there.
The government, rightly so, wants the stadiums to be full and give the opportunity to the local people or those who are willing to fight their way through the throng, by travelling across the land to visit the capital and be part of this historic event. Posters are displayed all through the city, with a large digital clock in the centre of the ring roads, displaying the amount of time and days left to the appointed moment.
Yesterday at Tian'anmen square the ceremony of the Olympic Torch took place.
Here with pride and a host of onlookers, the torch was to begin its forward journey around the world, spreading the world of peace and the 2008 Games
slogan of 'One World, One Dream'.
19,400 volunteers have been chosen for the final leg of the torch, when it arrives back at Beijing and will be transferred to the 'Bird's Nest' as it has been called,
the Olympic Stadium. These people that were chosen from a lottery, will line the route, their ages ranging from 8 - 84 and have around 500m between them.
It is considered both an honor and experience to have been chosen for this deed.
The streets are already filling up with the volunteers, stopping any passer-by
that looks foreign, to be able to take a few moments to speak english with them.
There are even pictures in the newspaper of them being taught 'the wave' that they will display in volume at an event.
Baby and marriage boom is expected this year, as many want to have a memorable year for the occasion. Video referees will help they hope to fight
controversy and the decisions that are often made by a human referee that causes upset and questionable integrity. These cameras that were already used
at the 2006 Worlds and other major events, had a positive feedback.
Air China is set to open more ticket counters for sales and transportation services, both at Olympic venues and some major hotels. Their hours will be
extended to midnight and have invested a large amount of money into the smoothness of the operation. This has been proven at the recent opening of
Terminal 3, Beijing, especially in comparison to Terminal 5, London. Further
flights to Europe are expected to begin, so even if you have not decided to attend
the games yet, come on, get in the spirit and jump on a flight.
As for me, well after listening to one and all how impossible it is to buy tickets, I have discovered that that is only true for the locals, so I am hoping to still be able to see my favorite sports and I am sure I shall be noticeable, as I will be the one waving my Israeli/Chinese flag..... See you there, I hope.
who watched it, it was shown live here in China, with much build up and enthusiasm to ignite the chinese into the expected throngs of people, who will
enter, visit and participate at the games in August.
I don't believe that there is a family in this vast land, that has not attempted to
log onto the China Olympic Games Web Site, to enter into the local lottery and receive his tickets for the event. The prices for these nationals, start at 100yuan
(50nis or $12) a price that us westerners can only envy. For anyone who does not possess an identity card, they have to go into the foreign websites and purchase their tickets there.
The government, rightly so, wants the stadiums to be full and give the opportunity to the local people or those who are willing to fight their way through the throng, by travelling across the land to visit the capital and be part of this historic event. Posters are displayed all through the city, with a large digital clock in the centre of the ring roads, displaying the amount of time and days left to the appointed moment.
Yesterday at Tian'anmen square the ceremony of the Olympic Torch took place.
Here with pride and a host of onlookers, the torch was to begin its forward journey around the world, spreading the world of peace and the 2008 Games
slogan of 'One World, One Dream'.
19,400 volunteers have been chosen for the final leg of the torch, when it arrives back at Beijing and will be transferred to the 'Bird's Nest' as it has been called,
the Olympic Stadium. These people that were chosen from a lottery, will line the route, their ages ranging from 8 - 84 and have around 500m between them.
It is considered both an honor and experience to have been chosen for this deed.
The streets are already filling up with the volunteers, stopping any passer-by
that looks foreign, to be able to take a few moments to speak english with them.
There are even pictures in the newspaper of them being taught 'the wave' that they will display in volume at an event.
Baby and marriage boom is expected this year, as many want to have a memorable year for the occasion. Video referees will help they hope to fight
controversy and the decisions that are often made by a human referee that causes upset and questionable integrity. These cameras that were already used
at the 2006 Worlds and other major events, had a positive feedback.
Air China is set to open more ticket counters for sales and transportation services, both at Olympic venues and some major hotels. Their hours will be
extended to midnight and have invested a large amount of money into the smoothness of the operation. This has been proven at the recent opening of
Terminal 3, Beijing, especially in comparison to Terminal 5, London. Further
flights to Europe are expected to begin, so even if you have not decided to attend
the games yet, come on, get in the spirit and jump on a flight.
As for me, well after listening to one and all how impossible it is to buy tickets, I have discovered that that is only true for the locals, so I am hoping to still be able to see my favorite sports and I am sure I shall be noticeable, as I will be the one waving my Israeli/Chinese flag..... See you there, I hope.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A rose by any other name....
'It is Spring again, ......' for those of you who remember that song, it certainly is one that is playing in my ears for the last few days. Rain drops have finally fallen on my head, as I waited patiently for my appointed driver to pick me up on Friday morning, luck just has it that it was pouring that day. As always, I attracted attention standing there on the corner with my purple umbrella, 'wine' cardigan (the days have become warmer) and short socks! But, today the sun was shining and I had trouble keeping my adult students attention. It just goes to show what blue sky does for all people the world over.
A few days ago I went to the hospital to have a medical examination,to enable me to get my
visa exchanged to a work one. Next to the hospital, there is a small garden/park that was full that day of young families. This was to me a delightful sight, as up to now I have complained of the fact that I do not see little children around, but they are instead kept bundled up at home.
Here on that warm spring day, there were stroller, buggies filled with children dressed in brightly colored clothes,wearing hats to ward off the sun rays!? (they would never survive a hot day in Israel), There were squeals of delight from the toddlers as they attempted to touch a passing toy dog, much to the annoyance of their elderly owners.
Some of these tiny tots were dressed in 'traditional dress', but to my constant
amazement, their pants, between the legs were open and exposed all their little private parts and bare bottoms. I will never get used to that part of the Chinese culture.
On the other hand, when a child in my class has a runny nose, he inevitably
uses his sleeve to wipe it. But, here in the park, the owner of a Pekinese dog,
used a tissue to wipe its nose!
Nevertheless, the children were adorable. As for the rainy weather, all the bicyclists, like me,
were dressed in colorful attire. Not being able to wear a traditional 'mac'
the colorful capes that they wore, were billowing in the wind as they rode past, a beautiful array of cycling butterflies in the rain. On the other hand
in Israel, when it rains, the ground seems to move under your feet. It is a spectacle to watch pedestrians trying to cross the road; they stand on one foot, the other in the air, contemplating which spot to place their other foot down on. Well, when they finally do, it is with a squelch and a splash as their shoes become waterlogged and soaked. Now that I am here, in an orderly rain, I miss the gales and wind, the 'fun' of walking around all day in soggy clothes! The disposable umbrellas that seem to be good only for one time, becoming acrobats, as they turn themselves inside out and then you see on the street
a load of broken 'body brolly' parts, as they have been discarded on the path....useless, forlorn, their work done, well almost, because now their past owner will have to continue on their way, brolly-minus!
Just a shame that my taxi drove up at that moment as I was struggling to pull out my camera to take a snap of the nylon shower attire, on that first rain-fall day. But just a thought, here they are unashamedly riding ever so brightly by and they look at me!?! I can't wait to see what they
wear on a summery sunny day.
A few days ago I went to the hospital to have a medical examination,to enable me to get my
visa exchanged to a work one. Next to the hospital, there is a small garden/park that was full that day of young families. This was to me a delightful sight, as up to now I have complained of the fact that I do not see little children around, but they are instead kept bundled up at home.
Here on that warm spring day, there were stroller, buggies filled with children dressed in brightly colored clothes,wearing hats to ward off the sun rays!? (they would never survive a hot day in Israel), There were squeals of delight from the toddlers as they attempted to touch a passing toy dog, much to the annoyance of their elderly owners.
Some of these tiny tots were dressed in 'traditional dress', but to my constant
amazement, their pants, between the legs were open and exposed all their little private parts and bare bottoms. I will never get used to that part of the Chinese culture.
On the other hand, when a child in my class has a runny nose, he inevitably
uses his sleeve to wipe it. But, here in the park, the owner of a Pekinese dog,
used a tissue to wipe its nose!
Nevertheless, the children were adorable. As for the rainy weather, all the bicyclists, like me,
were dressed in colorful attire. Not being able to wear a traditional 'mac'
the colorful capes that they wore, were billowing in the wind as they rode past, a beautiful array of cycling butterflies in the rain. On the other hand
in Israel, when it rains, the ground seems to move under your feet. It is a spectacle to watch pedestrians trying to cross the road; they stand on one foot, the other in the air, contemplating which spot to place their other foot down on. Well, when they finally do, it is with a squelch and a splash as their shoes become waterlogged and soaked. Now that I am here, in an orderly rain, I miss the gales and wind, the 'fun' of walking around all day in soggy clothes! The disposable umbrellas that seem to be good only for one time, becoming acrobats, as they turn themselves inside out and then you see on the street
a load of broken 'body brolly' parts, as they have been discarded on the path....useless, forlorn, their work done, well almost, because now their past owner will have to continue on their way, brolly-minus!
Just a shame that my taxi drove up at that moment as I was struggling to pull out my camera to take a snap of the nylon shower attire, on that first rain-fall day. But just a thought, here they are unashamedly riding ever so brightly by and they look at me!?! I can't wait to see what they
wear on a summery sunny day.
Shalom to you all
What better way to start the blog this week, but with the word Shalom.
Thank you for your comments and for joining on. I appreciate all feedback, it shows that you care, are interested and maybe I have succeeded in igniting a thought. I wish I could say that the world is not
complicated and hard, but it is. Is there justice in it? I would like to believe that there is. I too have had my fair share of hardships, loss and
pain, but on the other side, I have been blessed. Not only of course with
the great luck of bringing up the 'four', but great friendships.
Of course not all of us can count ourselves fortunate enough to have a best friend, maybe not even close friends, but I have. I have always tried to follow the rule, that if you are a good person and try to do your best or the right thing for or to others, life has a way of paying you back.
I have been richer than some and poorer than others, but it has always been my belief that it is all for a reason, that we receive only what we can
handle. This thought has kept me going, as well as the love and constant support of my children, the ability to keep working, the help of a friend that has fortunately been able to carry me through till now.
Is it perfect, no, would I too like more? Well, that is relative. For what I would define as more, you may not. I feel for the people of Tibet, both the ones that are caught in the middle and those who stand on the side. I say again, how can I judge, when I live in a homeland that itself is caught in strife. Sitting here during the past week, I can appreciate and feel the frustration of those who see that all is not shown, as you feel it should be, we live with that daily in our lives in Israel.
But, do not forget the innocents who are hurt along the way. There is no such thing as clean war, neither in battle or in the difference of opinion itself. Remember too, as we of Israel so well know, when you start giving back, where will it end. In our case, only if we go into the sea, as our adversaries wish.
As for China, the start is always the hardest part, for where will it end. Give in to one and the others will demand it too. For a country as large as this, that has seen the changes in others of similar circumstance, you can only wonder at the thoughts going through the leaders minds. I am only commenting, not judging, but nevertheless, in answer to your comment anonymous about Tibet, I too have asked that question about America and the Indians many a time, but again, I am not a politician, just a person looking in through a window. We all wish for peace, that is not meant as a cliche, just a hope that we will all find a measure of it, on all sides of the globe.
Thank you for your comments and for joining on. I appreciate all feedback, it shows that you care, are interested and maybe I have succeeded in igniting a thought. I wish I could say that the world is not
complicated and hard, but it is. Is there justice in it? I would like to believe that there is. I too have had my fair share of hardships, loss and
pain, but on the other side, I have been blessed. Not only of course with
the great luck of bringing up the 'four', but great friendships.
Of course not all of us can count ourselves fortunate enough to have a best friend, maybe not even close friends, but I have. I have always tried to follow the rule, that if you are a good person and try to do your best or the right thing for or to others, life has a way of paying you back.
I have been richer than some and poorer than others, but it has always been my belief that it is all for a reason, that we receive only what we can
handle. This thought has kept me going, as well as the love and constant support of my children, the ability to keep working, the help of a friend that has fortunately been able to carry me through till now.
Is it perfect, no, would I too like more? Well, that is relative. For what I would define as more, you may not. I feel for the people of Tibet, both the ones that are caught in the middle and those who stand on the side. I say again, how can I judge, when I live in a homeland that itself is caught in strife. Sitting here during the past week, I can appreciate and feel the frustration of those who see that all is not shown, as you feel it should be, we live with that daily in our lives in Israel.
But, do not forget the innocents who are hurt along the way. There is no such thing as clean war, neither in battle or in the difference of opinion itself. Remember too, as we of Israel so well know, when you start giving back, where will it end. In our case, only if we go into the sea, as our adversaries wish.
As for China, the start is always the hardest part, for where will it end. Give in to one and the others will demand it too. For a country as large as this, that has seen the changes in others of similar circumstance, you can only wonder at the thoughts going through the leaders minds. I am only commenting, not judging, but nevertheless, in answer to your comment anonymous about Tibet, I too have asked that question about America and the Indians many a time, but again, I am not a politician, just a person looking in through a window. We all wish for peace, that is not meant as a cliche, just a hope that we will all find a measure of it, on all sides of the globe.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
A plateau in the sky
During one class, I asked my students, to put forward their proposals to receive
my imaginaty ticket to any destination of their choice, free of charge. Imagination is difficult for some, but after some encouragement they managed to get into the spirit of it.
New York, Hawaii were just two of the suggestions, as they thought deeply about where they would wish to go. It could be that this was a little diffucult as
the price of the exit tax is very high and that is before even buying a ticket, so many a native never sees outside his own country and even travelling to some
province can be costly.
They asked me in due course where I would go and I replied that first on my list
would be Tibet. One replied that he had no interest or wish to travel there and could not understand my wanting to go there. At this point, another student
told how he had visited there last summer and at my request would be willing
to bring to class his photographs for us to see.
Yesterday, after the news reports in the paper and the difficulty that we all had to get into our emails, as well as the impossibility of watching 'you tube', I brought with me a newspaper article on the incidents that were taking place
in Tibet at present.
Upon hearing what I had to report, they insisted in trying to get into yahoo to watch some reports and this was done with great difficulty, but reasonable success. They when asked if they thought that Tibet should be independent, firmly insisted that no, they were part of China and all the country should be treated the same. Nevertheless they were distressed at the loss of life and violence shown on the clips.
After this, we looked at the photos brought by my student of the places he had
visited in Tibet. For all of you who have no dreams to go there, I can only tell
you that if you havenen't seen Tibet before you die, it would be a terrible shame.
As for myself, as soon as I can afford to go there, I will be on the first train out.
I was speechless. Lakes, green pastures, the Dalei Lamas palace and summer home that he had used before his departure, the temples, nothing could stand up to the splendor of seeing Everest in its glory, magnificent and proud or to
see the sun breaking through the clouds at morning sunrise next to the lake
that is high above where most people walk, almost 5,000 feet.... what can I say, I couldn't speak, my throat was dry, the only other place that has ever had such an effect on me, is the way up to Jerusalem, which still, after all these years, can
cause a catch in my throat.
The student who had not wished to visit Tibet now asked me again, why...?
I replied that in my youth, I and many others had seen and watched movies about Shangrila, the lost city that promised eternal youth. I went on to say that
I personally have no problems with age and welcome each passing year as a measurement of having lived, but to be up there, on a plateau, sitting at a lake,
above the clouds and beneath them at the same time, who can not feel small and insignificant in the face of nature.
Personally, I cannot wait, I will not leave this vast land without exploring and visiting the places of my dreams. I will just have to keep on working, teaching and writing until I succeed.
my imaginaty ticket to any destination of their choice, free of charge. Imagination is difficult for some, but after some encouragement they managed to get into the spirit of it.
New York, Hawaii were just two of the suggestions, as they thought deeply about where they would wish to go. It could be that this was a little diffucult as
the price of the exit tax is very high and that is before even buying a ticket, so many a native never sees outside his own country and even travelling to some
province can be costly.
They asked me in due course where I would go and I replied that first on my list
would be Tibet. One replied that he had no interest or wish to travel there and could not understand my wanting to go there. At this point, another student
told how he had visited there last summer and at my request would be willing
to bring to class his photographs for us to see.
Yesterday, after the news reports in the paper and the difficulty that we all had to get into our emails, as well as the impossibility of watching 'you tube', I brought with me a newspaper article on the incidents that were taking place
in Tibet at present.
Upon hearing what I had to report, they insisted in trying to get into yahoo to watch some reports and this was done with great difficulty, but reasonable success. They when asked if they thought that Tibet should be independent, firmly insisted that no, they were part of China and all the country should be treated the same. Nevertheless they were distressed at the loss of life and violence shown on the clips.
After this, we looked at the photos brought by my student of the places he had
visited in Tibet. For all of you who have no dreams to go there, I can only tell
you that if you havenen't seen Tibet before you die, it would be a terrible shame.
As for myself, as soon as I can afford to go there, I will be on the first train out.
I was speechless. Lakes, green pastures, the Dalei Lamas palace and summer home that he had used before his departure, the temples, nothing could stand up to the splendor of seeing Everest in its glory, magnificent and proud or to
see the sun breaking through the clouds at morning sunrise next to the lake
that is high above where most people walk, almost 5,000 feet.... what can I say, I couldn't speak, my throat was dry, the only other place that has ever had such an effect on me, is the way up to Jerusalem, which still, after all these years, can
cause a catch in my throat.
The student who had not wished to visit Tibet now asked me again, why...?
I replied that in my youth, I and many others had seen and watched movies about Shangrila, the lost city that promised eternal youth. I went on to say that
I personally have no problems with age and welcome each passing year as a measurement of having lived, but to be up there, on a plateau, sitting at a lake,
above the clouds and beneath them at the same time, who can not feel small and insignificant in the face of nature.
Personally, I cannot wait, I will not leave this vast land without exploring and visiting the places of my dreams. I will just have to keep on working, teaching and writing until I succeed.
Boy sees girl.....
Well it is nice to know that people are people all over the world.
Yesterday at one of my classes, I was delighted to see, one of my
young women students enter the class, in a not too mini black silk
mini skirt, beige chiffon blouse, with diamond decollete and contact
lenses. She looked really nice. It is hard for me to say that she looked
pretty, because the Asian look is so different from the Israeli or British,
but she looked very attractive and that she had certainly made the most
of herself. Here in China, boob jobs are not popular, the girls being
afraid to put themselves under the 'knife', but push up bras are booming
business. So with her breasts up, her legs exposed, this girl was disturbing
my class, as my male students couldn't take their eyes off her. Their 'eyeballs'
had landed smack on the table and rested there for a while. Please understand,
that under no circumstances did she look cheap, but really nice.
I am waiting for the summer to come, to see what kind of fashions will be
hitting the streets. For all in all, even though the girls dress well and have
girlish bodies, their style of clothing at times has me feeling that they are
out of proportion. Short double breasted jackets, bomber style or belted and
pulled in sharply at the waist, gives an impression of a hoop and slightly odd.
I remember well once teaching in one of the large hi tech companies in Israel,
when one of my students entered in mini shorts and a skimpy top, that just
about covered the necessities. Considering myself pretty unshockable, I admit
I was more than a little taken aback at such an open display of 'where what you
want', because I wondered if anyone, male or female, managed to get any work done that day.
So here, for the first time, I saw sexiness with class, at the Chinese hi tech and
it was an interesting look at how keeping within the lines of propriety, she was still able to turn a few heads or more.
Yesterday at one of my classes, I was delighted to see, one of my
young women students enter the class, in a not too mini black silk
mini skirt, beige chiffon blouse, with diamond decollete and contact
lenses. She looked really nice. It is hard for me to say that she looked
pretty, because the Asian look is so different from the Israeli or British,
but she looked very attractive and that she had certainly made the most
of herself. Here in China, boob jobs are not popular, the girls being
afraid to put themselves under the 'knife', but push up bras are booming
business. So with her breasts up, her legs exposed, this girl was disturbing
my class, as my male students couldn't take their eyes off her. Their 'eyeballs'
had landed smack on the table and rested there for a while. Please understand,
that under no circumstances did she look cheap, but really nice.
I am waiting for the summer to come, to see what kind of fashions will be
hitting the streets. For all in all, even though the girls dress well and have
girlish bodies, their style of clothing at times has me feeling that they are
out of proportion. Short double breasted jackets, bomber style or belted and
pulled in sharply at the waist, gives an impression of a hoop and slightly odd.
I remember well once teaching in one of the large hi tech companies in Israel,
when one of my students entered in mini shorts and a skimpy top, that just
about covered the necessities. Considering myself pretty unshockable, I admit
I was more than a little taken aback at such an open display of 'where what you
want', because I wondered if anyone, male or female, managed to get any work done that day.
So here, for the first time, I saw sexiness with class, at the Chinese hi tech and
it was an interesting look at how keeping within the lines of propriety, she was still able to turn a few heads or more.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Censorship rights
It is very strange to be sitting in another country, where the world has much to say against, other than Israel. All day today, it was near impossible to get into the internet carriers, as
at times of conflict or world opinion against them, China closes down the networks. At first
you think there is something wrong with your computer, then something has gone awry with
your TV, but at last it dawns on you, you are under censorship.
This morning, in the local english newspaper, was an article about the horrifying scenes that took
place at the outbreak of riots in Lhasa. The Tibetan community is stunned by the outbreak of violence and the budhist monk leaders, condemn the happenings. It tells how vandals and rioters ran through the streets, brandishing iron rods, wooden sticks and knives. They didn't
care if they attacked women or children, but were violent in their purpose. School children were
sent home and all ran for cover.
According to the story, that most are shocked was allowed to run in the press without censorship, tells of how people of the ethnic Han, were chased and clubbed, as the rioters set fire to property and looted. To the credit of the Tibetans, these simple people, who have lived in
Tibet for a number of years, originally from Chinese far flung out provinces, consider Tibet their
home and were save by the natives of Tibet. Not only did the peace loving people save their
ethnic neighbors, they also dared to stand up against the mob, in an effort to protect them.
They themselves are confused by the situation, for they too feel that this is not the way to bring about any resolution to the differences and political stances between Tibet and China, but has only thrown them into a difficult plight, as the government feels that the Budhist supporters of the Dalei Lama, instigated this attack.
The motto for the Olympics is 'One world, one dream', surely there must be thought behind this
exposure of themselves on behalf of the Chinese government? There greatest concern this morning was the fact that there would be boycotts arising from this incident. A day does not go by that I do not see some kind of preparation on the streets for the coming games.
On Friday it was a group of retired me and women, dancing with fans and drums on a quiet street; today it was a group of young teenagers learning how to control traffic to stop at the crossings; in the paper a few days ago it showed how a large group of spectators are being taught the 'wave' for major events. Almost on every telephone you see a 'Beijinger' hanging out for all
to see a 'Fuwa', one of the 5 mascots in minature form, the main favorites being the children that look like a Panda or Tibetan Antelope.
Advertisement not to buy the fake mascots, hold safety risk, for these copies are not approved by the safety codes of China and hold risk for small children. People are encouraged to buy goods from authentic dealers and a promise to keep memorabilia available for every pocket, has been
advertised, as the shops have become flooded with more expensive goods.
10 -15% of the revenue from the mascots in particular, pays back the country for the gross outlay of expenditure on the games, so this too is a plea for national assistance. The prices of these goods will not go down, before 2009. No expense has been spared, it would be a shame
if these games will not go through peacefully.
We all have strong opinions about human rights and the way China handles its affairs, but if
we wish to help and be part of the change, then surely we should encourage them to be in the
spotlight and under scrutiny and not talk of boycotts and disturbance. For it seems only logical, that after they show a shining performance and ability, that will take them out of the pre-conceived thoughts about them as being 'behind the times', this in itself will force them to play their hand and make the much needed improvements for continued alliance and sponsorship from the west.
All looks different when you are sitting on the other side and involved with the people/citizens
on a daily basis; then one hears their thoughts, pain, hopes and dreasms.
at times of conflict or world opinion against them, China closes down the networks. At first
you think there is something wrong with your computer, then something has gone awry with
your TV, but at last it dawns on you, you are under censorship.
This morning, in the local english newspaper, was an article about the horrifying scenes that took
place at the outbreak of riots in Lhasa. The Tibetan community is stunned by the outbreak of violence and the budhist monk leaders, condemn the happenings. It tells how vandals and rioters ran through the streets, brandishing iron rods, wooden sticks and knives. They didn't
care if they attacked women or children, but were violent in their purpose. School children were
sent home and all ran for cover.
According to the story, that most are shocked was allowed to run in the press without censorship, tells of how people of the ethnic Han, were chased and clubbed, as the rioters set fire to property and looted. To the credit of the Tibetans, these simple people, who have lived in
Tibet for a number of years, originally from Chinese far flung out provinces, consider Tibet their
home and were save by the natives of Tibet. Not only did the peace loving people save their
ethnic neighbors, they also dared to stand up against the mob, in an effort to protect them.
They themselves are confused by the situation, for they too feel that this is not the way to bring about any resolution to the differences and political stances between Tibet and China, but has only thrown them into a difficult plight, as the government feels that the Budhist supporters of the Dalei Lama, instigated this attack.
The motto for the Olympics is 'One world, one dream', surely there must be thought behind this
exposure of themselves on behalf of the Chinese government? There greatest concern this morning was the fact that there would be boycotts arising from this incident. A day does not go by that I do not see some kind of preparation on the streets for the coming games.
On Friday it was a group of retired me and women, dancing with fans and drums on a quiet street; today it was a group of young teenagers learning how to control traffic to stop at the crossings; in the paper a few days ago it showed how a large group of spectators are being taught the 'wave' for major events. Almost on every telephone you see a 'Beijinger' hanging out for all
to see a 'Fuwa', one of the 5 mascots in minature form, the main favorites being the children that look like a Panda or Tibetan Antelope.
Advertisement not to buy the fake mascots, hold safety risk, for these copies are not approved by the safety codes of China and hold risk for small children. People are encouraged to buy goods from authentic dealers and a promise to keep memorabilia available for every pocket, has been
advertised, as the shops have become flooded with more expensive goods.
10 -15% of the revenue from the mascots in particular, pays back the country for the gross outlay of expenditure on the games, so this too is a plea for national assistance. The prices of these goods will not go down, before 2009. No expense has been spared, it would be a shame
if these games will not go through peacefully.
We all have strong opinions about human rights and the way China handles its affairs, but if
we wish to help and be part of the change, then surely we should encourage them to be in the
spotlight and under scrutiny and not talk of boycotts and disturbance. For it seems only logical, that after they show a shining performance and ability, that will take them out of the pre-conceived thoughts about them as being 'behind the times', this in itself will force them to play their hand and make the much needed improvements for continued alliance and sponsorship from the west.
All looks different when you are sitting on the other side and involved with the people/citizens
on a daily basis; then one hears their thoughts, pain, hopes and dreasms.
Violent Monks!!??
It is I am sure with shock and horror that the world viewed pictures of the Tibetan city of Lhasa under attack, during what was supposed to be a peaceful demonstration.
Being Israeli, I found the pictures most distressing, as we of Israel know only too well what wrong impressions this kind of footage can bring to both parties. The Chinese government, rightly or wrongly has limited the foreign journalists from entering the city and has not published news of the rioting on chinese television.
Nevertheless to see both monks being dragged or begging for mercy, but in the next frame holding plastic toy swords, is quite disturbing. There are of course two sides to every story. The peaceful Tibetan province that held independence for two decades, before the chinese entry in the 50's is like all of us, trying to fight for a life with no ties. On the other hand, the average chinese on the street, it proud of being part of such an auspicious community and welcomed the newly opened railway with joy. The first 95 extremely expensive train tickets for the exclusive likened 'Orient Express' oriental ride to the west of China, were sold out almost immediately and with a price that reaches more than three times the plane fare, it is a great shame that it has come to this.
It would be presumptious of me to say that I take either sides hand in this struggle, for who am I to throw stones, I myself come from a country that is torn with unrest, but I can only sympathise for those who wish for peace and freedom, as we do too. Each side is proud of their heritage, each one feels that they are right. One is willing to use the Olympic arena as a platform to draw attention to their plight and the other is fighting fiercely to keep a 'normal' vision in the eyes of the world. We cannot take away the fact that for a vast populated land such as China, they have taken an unprecedented move, in allowing themselves to be exposed to the west, by opening their doors to the Olympic stadium and put themselves under the microscope. For whatever will be and whichever way the games will be played out, the door has opened and can not be shut. Maybe this in its own way a cry for help and approval, to be accepted and understood and in this way will bring about greater change.
Will boycotts help? Will bringing politics into the sports circle change anything? Surely if we will allow the games to continue without uproar, the money that we feel is being withheld and the human rights issues of these people will stand a better chance of improvement, for by attending the games, we will enable more monies to enter this country and more jobs and prosperity for its people. By creating more access, maybe this will in turn, turn the tide and enable Tibet to regain independence, for the eyes of the world will surely stay upon this nation and the door opened a crack will surely quickly turn into a crevice. As for the ordinary citizens of China, they believe totally that the 'sins of the fathers visit the children' and for this reason keep their offspring shrouded in cotton wool, wary of aggressive sports and dangerous situations. They who are excited and wary at the same time of the prospect of the games and all that it will bring, are ever hopeful that the change of wind is just beginning.
Who better than we know about hope and the way that the world views us...
Being Israeli, I found the pictures most distressing, as we of Israel know only too well what wrong impressions this kind of footage can bring to both parties. The Chinese government, rightly or wrongly has limited the foreign journalists from entering the city and has not published news of the rioting on chinese television.
Nevertheless to see both monks being dragged or begging for mercy, but in the next frame holding plastic toy swords, is quite disturbing. There are of course two sides to every story. The peaceful Tibetan province that held independence for two decades, before the chinese entry in the 50's is like all of us, trying to fight for a life with no ties. On the other hand, the average chinese on the street, it proud of being part of such an auspicious community and welcomed the newly opened railway with joy. The first 95 extremely expensive train tickets for the exclusive likened 'Orient Express' oriental ride to the west of China, were sold out almost immediately and with a price that reaches more than three times the plane fare, it is a great shame that it has come to this.
It would be presumptious of me to say that I take either sides hand in this struggle, for who am I to throw stones, I myself come from a country that is torn with unrest, but I can only sympathise for those who wish for peace and freedom, as we do too. Each side is proud of their heritage, each one feels that they are right. One is willing to use the Olympic arena as a platform to draw attention to their plight and the other is fighting fiercely to keep a 'normal' vision in the eyes of the world. We cannot take away the fact that for a vast populated land such as China, they have taken an unprecedented move, in allowing themselves to be exposed to the west, by opening their doors to the Olympic stadium and put themselves under the microscope. For whatever will be and whichever way the games will be played out, the door has opened and can not be shut. Maybe this in its own way a cry for help and approval, to be accepted and understood and in this way will bring about greater change.
Will boycotts help? Will bringing politics into the sports circle change anything? Surely if we will allow the games to continue without uproar, the money that we feel is being withheld and the human rights issues of these people will stand a better chance of improvement, for by attending the games, we will enable more monies to enter this country and more jobs and prosperity for its people. By creating more access, maybe this will in turn, turn the tide and enable Tibet to regain independence, for the eyes of the world will surely stay upon this nation and the door opened a crack will surely quickly turn into a crevice. As for the ordinary citizens of China, they believe totally that the 'sins of the fathers visit the children' and for this reason keep their offspring shrouded in cotton wool, wary of aggressive sports and dangerous situations. They who are excited and wary at the same time of the prospect of the games and all that it will bring, are ever hopeful that the change of wind is just beginning.
Who better than we know about hope and the way that the world views us...
Middle class? Does it still exist?
Firstly may I apologise, that my blog has now become a weekly event, but as you see I do try to write a few at the same time and suggest that you can spread them out on a daily read and not have to read them all at once. This is because that after my work is finished on a Sunday, I am able to 'grab' the computer without any effort, as this is a voluntary working day and there are not many 'would be 'wanna be' on liners' around to scramble with.
A topic of conversation this week has been the demise of the 'middle class'. For those of you like myself that grew up in the ranges of that class level, you may know to what I mean. Growing up in a european society and going to the right school, affording more than one holiday a year and a few weekends away, was a normal part of the middle class level.
Education if not extended particulary to the male species, was also given to the daughters, even though their role was secondary to that of the brother. But, trips to cultural places and events was of prime importance, as a good solid knowledge of art, furniture, travel and music were the important criteria of being a well brought up young woman.
University at this stage of ones life was more often than not the goal, but a good marriage to an eligible bachelor the name of the game. If university was attended, it was never meant to be used, the degree just a testament to a good education and the role of motherhood being the main point.
A car or two, as well as large enough house and garden completed the picture and social status was of the upmost importance. Community service or charity work a must. As to my friends, most were of similar background and we all imagined that we would continue this way of life into our own marital status.
Today, a single mother of four, having left my spouse many years ago without any child support, I feel that the middle class of today is becoming a myth. From the point of view of education, social niceties and behavior, knowledge and experience, I am probably above the level of middle class - but my pocket does not keep me at that standard.
I work probably and definitely two or three times harder than my parent, but am financially the same two levels lower than he. I am not complaining, just observing. Is this because our taxes have become so high? Have we become a generation that is intent on earning the higher
salary at all costs, irrelevant if it effects our health, or indifferent to the fact that that extra hour or two just feeds more into the tax office pocket?
When discussing this with my students and comparing the average wage, with the lowest wage, which is just above the poverty line, the average wage if you are a houseowner being above low class, especially if you have the luxury of owning your own home. The middle class level being the hi tech and professional one, the salary good in comparison with others, but good enough to be 'middle class', probably not. As all the world over, the par between upper and lower is getting bigger and the middle, that is now
becoming an entity on its own. A three tier class in the middle kingdom.
So as the dollar drops, the gold rises, the oil price increases, inflation and recession raising their heads around us, the taxes in reformist China, still stay low, the food is inexpensive and the pressure is on the chinese congress to lower the taxes further, improve health care and ensure education. But remember, all are equal, so still nevertheless, those with money become ... and the poor become.... and the rest of us, are fluctuating somewhere in the middle.
As I keep saying to my students, do not mix up communism/socialism with government. Each government the world over, has a fair share of problems and mistakes; but they on the other hand, this curious and at times naive nation, is starved of outside freedom of information.
A topic of conversation this week has been the demise of the 'middle class'. For those of you like myself that grew up in the ranges of that class level, you may know to what I mean. Growing up in a european society and going to the right school, affording more than one holiday a year and a few weekends away, was a normal part of the middle class level.
Education if not extended particulary to the male species, was also given to the daughters, even though their role was secondary to that of the brother. But, trips to cultural places and events was of prime importance, as a good solid knowledge of art, furniture, travel and music were the important criteria of being a well brought up young woman.
University at this stage of ones life was more often than not the goal, but a good marriage to an eligible bachelor the name of the game. If university was attended, it was never meant to be used, the degree just a testament to a good education and the role of motherhood being the main point.
A car or two, as well as large enough house and garden completed the picture and social status was of the upmost importance. Community service or charity work a must. As to my friends, most were of similar background and we all imagined that we would continue this way of life into our own marital status.
Today, a single mother of four, having left my spouse many years ago without any child support, I feel that the middle class of today is becoming a myth. From the point of view of education, social niceties and behavior, knowledge and experience, I am probably above the level of middle class - but my pocket does not keep me at that standard.
I work probably and definitely two or three times harder than my parent, but am financially the same two levels lower than he. I am not complaining, just observing. Is this because our taxes have become so high? Have we become a generation that is intent on earning the higher
salary at all costs, irrelevant if it effects our health, or indifferent to the fact that that extra hour or two just feeds more into the tax office pocket?
When discussing this with my students and comparing the average wage, with the lowest wage, which is just above the poverty line, the average wage if you are a houseowner being above low class, especially if you have the luxury of owning your own home. The middle class level being the hi tech and professional one, the salary good in comparison with others, but good enough to be 'middle class', probably not. As all the world over, the par between upper and lower is getting bigger and the middle, that is now
becoming an entity on its own. A three tier class in the middle kingdom.
So as the dollar drops, the gold rises, the oil price increases, inflation and recession raising their heads around us, the taxes in reformist China, still stay low, the food is inexpensive and the pressure is on the chinese congress to lower the taxes further, improve health care and ensure education. But remember, all are equal, so still nevertheless, those with money become ... and the poor become.... and the rest of us, are fluctuating somewhere in the middle.
As I keep saying to my students, do not mix up communism/socialism with government. Each government the world over, has a fair share of problems and mistakes; but they on the other hand, this curious and at times naive nation, is starved of outside freedom of information.
Business the Chinese Way
Always open to business opportunities, if not for myself then for others, I am happy to be called upon for advice, brainstorming or a sharing of ideas. So when I was asked by a native for an outside opinion and view of their budding business, I went with pleasure.
After some discussion and exchange of thought, we arranged a meeting for the following week. Upon my arrival at the appointed time and place, I was taken aback to find the premises in darkness and no one there to answer my ring. I rang the number and was told, with no apology, that he had gone out to dinner with some friends and would not be coming back for the next hour or two.
Feeling a little annoyed, but not too put out as I thought maybe this was the way that business was done in China, I made my way back the way I had come. Too busy to follow up this joint venture and deciding that I was none to interested in the proposition even for all its promise, I put the incident to the back of my mind.
At the beginning of last week, I received a phone call. The gentleman in question, had an urgent request. He needed my help to further launch his project and was offering me a position. I firmly said that I was busy and happy with the place of work that I had now, but after some pleading on his part, I agreed to go along in a strictly advisory role. I pointed out that confirmation of our appointment was required on my part and if given, I would come along.
On the appointed day, a text message was received and a time set. As I was making my way there, in a 'good' taxi, a number of telephone conversations were exchanged; for the exact address, the length of time that it would take me to arrive, as well as being told a surprise awaited me.
Upon my arrival, I was met by the business gentleman in question and a colleague. He promptly apologised by saying that he had had the intention for me to meet another learned fellow, but unfortunately they were unable to make it, but had requested that he come there, alone, without any further associates in his wake!
He then proceeded to request that I stay at the office, with the other lady colleague and await his return. I replied that it was highly unlikely that I would do so, as I had other things to do, than sit there and await his return. I reminded him that he had requested and insisted upon my appearance and help and had brought me there for no reason, when I could have quite happily made my way home from teaching a full day.
After he left, I felt unfairly obligated to listed to the ladies request for advice, gave it freely, at annoyance with myself for doing so and left after 30 minutes, much to her distress and begging me to stay. An hour later I received a call, that I did not deign to answer.
If this had not been a business meeting, I might not have been so annoyed, but this was a person, with a small business, hoping to expand to other countries, but unable to keep to an appointed meeting.
When asking my students if this was normal practice in the east, I was given a mixture of replies. One was that he had apologised, therefore I had no reason to be offended, but should have waited. The second being that this was most definitely not the chinese way or practice, but the behaviour of a small minded business individual who did not know the etiquette required. They then proceeded to compare this happening with American business associates that habitually arrived late for meetings with no apology! Well, count me out, if that is how business is done here,
then writing is my game...
After some discussion and exchange of thought, we arranged a meeting for the following week. Upon my arrival at the appointed time and place, I was taken aback to find the premises in darkness and no one there to answer my ring. I rang the number and was told, with no apology, that he had gone out to dinner with some friends and would not be coming back for the next hour or two.
Feeling a little annoyed, but not too put out as I thought maybe this was the way that business was done in China, I made my way back the way I had come. Too busy to follow up this joint venture and deciding that I was none to interested in the proposition even for all its promise, I put the incident to the back of my mind.
At the beginning of last week, I received a phone call. The gentleman in question, had an urgent request. He needed my help to further launch his project and was offering me a position. I firmly said that I was busy and happy with the place of work that I had now, but after some pleading on his part, I agreed to go along in a strictly advisory role. I pointed out that confirmation of our appointment was required on my part and if given, I would come along.
On the appointed day, a text message was received and a time set. As I was making my way there, in a 'good' taxi, a number of telephone conversations were exchanged; for the exact address, the length of time that it would take me to arrive, as well as being told a surprise awaited me.
Upon my arrival, I was met by the business gentleman in question and a colleague. He promptly apologised by saying that he had had the intention for me to meet another learned fellow, but unfortunately they were unable to make it, but had requested that he come there, alone, without any further associates in his wake!
He then proceeded to request that I stay at the office, with the other lady colleague and await his return. I replied that it was highly unlikely that I would do so, as I had other things to do, than sit there and await his return. I reminded him that he had requested and insisted upon my appearance and help and had brought me there for no reason, when I could have quite happily made my way home from teaching a full day.
After he left, I felt unfairly obligated to listed to the ladies request for advice, gave it freely, at annoyance with myself for doing so and left after 30 minutes, much to her distress and begging me to stay. An hour later I received a call, that I did not deign to answer.
If this had not been a business meeting, I might not have been so annoyed, but this was a person, with a small business, hoping to expand to other countries, but unable to keep to an appointed meeting.
When asking my students if this was normal practice in the east, I was given a mixture of replies. One was that he had apologised, therefore I had no reason to be offended, but should have waited. The second being that this was most definitely not the chinese way or practice, but the behaviour of a small minded business individual who did not know the etiquette required. They then proceeded to compare this happening with American business associates that habitually arrived late for meetings with no apology! Well, count me out, if that is how business is done here,
then writing is my game...
'The Taxi Driver Club'
Have you not heard of it? I am amazed! for it is an international unpublished, non-membership club for Taxi Drivers everywhere!!
I must go back on that comment, without bias, for the Black Cab Taxi
Drivers of London fame, are an elite of their own and that is meant as the highest compliment and with regard.
The Chinese people are always asking me if I find them different, or if I had suffered from a cultural shock upon arrival or some such comment.
The truth is, that besides the pollution and my run in with half naked babies, there wasn't any earth shattering experiences.
I am not sure if this will be a compliment to either nation, but the behavior of the middle eastern society, from where I come, Israel, is very
akin to that of the Chinese.
I pause here a moment to elaborate more fully on my comparison and to draw your attention to the aforementioned club. Have you ever travelled to New York? Whether you have or haven't I am sure that you know from other travellers, that when you climb into a yellow cab in New York, you more often than not will have a driver who is a new immigrant, has only smattering of English as well as no idea of the address you wish to alight at!!
In Israel, a day would not go by with my not having to lose my 'cool' with
a driver in my own hometown, about putting on the meter, or overcharging for a short fare, or refusing to take me - the list is endless.
In Eastern Europe, we were driven more than once in the extended route, so that they could up the fare and of course only realising what had happened upon comparison with others.
For a country that has the Olympic swarm descending upon them in under 150 days, there taxi force, that is front line customer/visitor relations, is appalling! Not only as I have commented before in a previous blog, they can't read, they are aggressive, rude, standoffish (could be the chinese language tones) and are quite happy to refuse to take you if they have no idea where you are going, or unprepared to make an effort!!
Bear in mind that a cellular phone or telephone number of the place you are hoping to end up in as if you are lucky enough to get a helpful driver, he will phone to check on the address. Holding on tightly to your seat, as a show of protest that you are not getting out, as you have been trying to hail down a cab in rush hour, for the last 20 minutes! or make a show of writing down their number and a pretense of calling their cab company to complain.
If all else fails, get out or be thrown out! as I was this week, after raising my voice without remorse at the taxi driver, for driving slower than a snail! Even though he was unable to understand my language as I was complaining in a mixture of hebrew and english, my tone and manner managed to upset him and he stopped sharply at the side of the road, closed the meter and gestured for me to leave his cab.
Well, it felt like I was back home in Jerusalem/Tel Aviv for a brief moment as I pounded my way down the sidewalk not to be any later than
I was already due to his impossible driving.
I must go back on that comment, without bias, for the Black Cab Taxi
Drivers of London fame, are an elite of their own and that is meant as the highest compliment and with regard.
The Chinese people are always asking me if I find them different, or if I had suffered from a cultural shock upon arrival or some such comment.
The truth is, that besides the pollution and my run in with half naked babies, there wasn't any earth shattering experiences.
I am not sure if this will be a compliment to either nation, but the behavior of the middle eastern society, from where I come, Israel, is very
akin to that of the Chinese.
I pause here a moment to elaborate more fully on my comparison and to draw your attention to the aforementioned club. Have you ever travelled to New York? Whether you have or haven't I am sure that you know from other travellers, that when you climb into a yellow cab in New York, you more often than not will have a driver who is a new immigrant, has only smattering of English as well as no idea of the address you wish to alight at!!
In Israel, a day would not go by with my not having to lose my 'cool' with
a driver in my own hometown, about putting on the meter, or overcharging for a short fare, or refusing to take me - the list is endless.
In Eastern Europe, we were driven more than once in the extended route, so that they could up the fare and of course only realising what had happened upon comparison with others.
For a country that has the Olympic swarm descending upon them in under 150 days, there taxi force, that is front line customer/visitor relations, is appalling! Not only as I have commented before in a previous blog, they can't read, they are aggressive, rude, standoffish (could be the chinese language tones) and are quite happy to refuse to take you if they have no idea where you are going, or unprepared to make an effort!!
Bear in mind that a cellular phone or telephone number of the place you are hoping to end up in as if you are lucky enough to get a helpful driver, he will phone to check on the address. Holding on tightly to your seat, as a show of protest that you are not getting out, as you have been trying to hail down a cab in rush hour, for the last 20 minutes! or make a show of writing down their number and a pretense of calling their cab company to complain.
If all else fails, get out or be thrown out! as I was this week, after raising my voice without remorse at the taxi driver, for driving slower than a snail! Even though he was unable to understand my language as I was complaining in a mixture of hebrew and english, my tone and manner managed to upset him and he stopped sharply at the side of the road, closed the meter and gestured for me to leave his cab.
Well, it felt like I was back home in Jerusalem/Tel Aviv for a brief moment as I pounded my way down the sidewalk not to be any later than
I was already due to his impossible driving.
Just to say.....
Firstly I have to say that this was one frustrating week. Unfortunately, I again apologise that I have been unable to post pictures on my blog, but due to limited talent in the department of computer technology and even with helpful information, clear lay out and explanation, I have been unable to find the time to sit and upload individually my photographic clips - please do not lose heart or patience, I am holding out for a better week and more time.
Secondly, I have been reprimanded for not saying a word or two about my family. So here goes: My total family consists of my children, son in law, grand-daughter, 'adopted sister/aunt' (Sue inEngland) and a host of
great friends, loyal colleagues and students who have become valued and prized,that is about it.
I have to point out here, that I am luckier than most, for I have had the good fortune to be surround, supported and enjoyed the company of the above.
My kids, my son-in-law and my first baby grand-daughter are my whole life. They fill my world, they are my reason for holding on through thick and thin. For those of you who know me personally, youknowtoo well to what I refer. Life is not easy, it is complicated and set with many pebbles, rocks and boulders along the way, but one has to hold on to an
idea, a vision, a reasoning inside the insanity, that makes it all worthwhile.
This week I received some photographs. One was from my daughter with a mixture of pictures of her family and the other was one taken just with my boys. Of course you can imagine, all around me were curious to put faces to the stories and imediately fell upon my stash of photos, with the expected oohs and aahs that one receives, with the required touch wood and clucking sounds that are meant to ward off any evil eye. There astonishment at my brood, of all shapes, ages and sizes, as well as further more, they were all connected to me!!
I suddenly stopped and looked back, my children were not children anymore. One was a parent with a family and husband of her own, the others were making their way through life, choosing their paths and with whom to share it. A wonderment came into my eyes; where had all the time gone. Was it not only yesterday that we all had camped out in my bedroom on a Saturday, arm and legs in all directions, pillow to pillow, extra friends coming to join from neighboring houses, as we all huddled together for warmth and company.
As I gazed at all the pictures in my hand, I realised how much I had to be
thankful for. We had enjoyed, survived, suffered and laughed our way through many a year, with the support of an adopted friend now family and her late father, friendship given and received from those mentioned above and now here we are. A little spread out, but with the future lying in front of us.
When I talk to my new Chinese students and colleagues, I feel truly blessed. Maybe life has not always been easy, but I had the honor and
privilege tobring up my brood; to share precious moments, to have many memories. One of my sons said, that when he went shopping and saw the diet bread that I loved to eat, he missed me and our times together.
Upon repeating this to a friend, she laughed and said "I always knew you resembled a piece of bread!" I personally found it endearing.
When I chat weekly to my daughter, I recall our year that we took to spend together, visits to the cinema, breakfasts and gym (not that it made much difference on my body!) and to hear her baby cooing in the background, closes a circle for me. Chats to my other boys as they touch home and daily emails from my family/friend Sue,make me feel all the more responsible to make this 'travelling/working/writing/expedition work!"
So, keep reading, spreading, commenting and encouraging, you are as much part of this blog as I am myself, thank you.
Secondly, I have been reprimanded for not saying a word or two about my family. So here goes: My total family consists of my children, son in law, grand-daughter, 'adopted sister/aunt' (Sue inEngland) and a host of
great friends, loyal colleagues and students who have become valued and prized,that is about it.
I have to point out here, that I am luckier than most, for I have had the good fortune to be surround, supported and enjoyed the company of the above.
My kids, my son-in-law and my first baby grand-daughter are my whole life. They fill my world, they are my reason for holding on through thick and thin. For those of you who know me personally, youknowtoo well to what I refer. Life is not easy, it is complicated and set with many pebbles, rocks and boulders along the way, but one has to hold on to an
idea, a vision, a reasoning inside the insanity, that makes it all worthwhile.
This week I received some photographs. One was from my daughter with a mixture of pictures of her family and the other was one taken just with my boys. Of course you can imagine, all around me were curious to put faces to the stories and imediately fell upon my stash of photos, with the expected oohs and aahs that one receives, with the required touch wood and clucking sounds that are meant to ward off any evil eye. There astonishment at my brood, of all shapes, ages and sizes, as well as further more, they were all connected to me!!
I suddenly stopped and looked back, my children were not children anymore. One was a parent with a family and husband of her own, the others were making their way through life, choosing their paths and with whom to share it. A wonderment came into my eyes; where had all the time gone. Was it not only yesterday that we all had camped out in my bedroom on a Saturday, arm and legs in all directions, pillow to pillow, extra friends coming to join from neighboring houses, as we all huddled together for warmth and company.
As I gazed at all the pictures in my hand, I realised how much I had to be
thankful for. We had enjoyed, survived, suffered and laughed our way through many a year, with the support of an adopted friend now family and her late father, friendship given and received from those mentioned above and now here we are. A little spread out, but with the future lying in front of us.
When I talk to my new Chinese students and colleagues, I feel truly blessed. Maybe life has not always been easy, but I had the honor and
privilege tobring up my brood; to share precious moments, to have many memories. One of my sons said, that when he went shopping and saw the diet bread that I loved to eat, he missed me and our times together.
Upon repeating this to a friend, she laughed and said "I always knew you resembled a piece of bread!" I personally found it endearing.
When I chat weekly to my daughter, I recall our year that we took to spend together, visits to the cinema, breakfasts and gym (not that it made much difference on my body!) and to hear her baby cooing in the background, closes a circle for me. Chats to my other boys as they touch home and daily emails from my family/friend Sue,make me feel all the more responsible to make this 'travelling/working/writing/expedition work!"
So, keep reading, spreading, commenting and encouraging, you are as much part of this blog as I am myself, thank you.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
A market by another name?
In Beijing downtown, Silk Market is its name, but silk doesn't appear to be anymore it's game. Going for my monthly expedition to the famour shopping market, I was unsurprised to see coachloads of tourists entering. It is only strange that in this particular market, the only Chinese shoppers were the 'out-of-towners', because the local population shops in the uptown, smarter malls.
But something had changed in the layout of the store. Besides the usual
clothing stores, that have now gone from woolen tops to short sleeves, or the rows of pearl tables with their little stools for potential buyers, many of the stores on the upper floors had been replaced.
Here there is now an enormous selection of sunglasses of every famour brand that you can dream of, of course most are imitation, like the 'Lancome' mascara that I bought last month for 10 yuan, that has a brush
like a bristle and not the 'french' chic one. You can be caught once, but not twice. Nevertheless there are the 'Outlets' the large complexes that are at the outskirts of Beijing, where original designer goods can be bought for 50% off.
But here, now among the glasses, was a whole array of golf clubs, polished and shiny, with socks and all, no caddies alas, awaiting prospective foreign shoppers who will be happy to take them home.
But, a word of warning, if you should venture down into the lower floors, where bags and suitcases are sold, here the shopping is a little more aggressive and for the first time I was a little disconcerted as I was
pulled and hugged in their overeagerness to sell and beat a quick retreat from this den of sales!
Tip: Come with a list, know what you want to buy, know how much you are willing to pay and stick to your price. You will know if you have gone to far, for they take the goods from your hands and turn their back. Raise the stakes a little and you will both be happy, each one going home with their individual prize.
As to the silk, there is loads of it, from wrap to scarf, just know what color or style you are looking want, as there are so many beautiful designs to choose from, a lot of shoppers and chaos, can be disorientating.
Happy shopping.
But something had changed in the layout of the store. Besides the usual
clothing stores, that have now gone from woolen tops to short sleeves, or the rows of pearl tables with their little stools for potential buyers, many of the stores on the upper floors had been replaced.
Here there is now an enormous selection of sunglasses of every famour brand that you can dream of, of course most are imitation, like the 'Lancome' mascara that I bought last month for 10 yuan, that has a brush
like a bristle and not the 'french' chic one. You can be caught once, but not twice. Nevertheless there are the 'Outlets' the large complexes that are at the outskirts of Beijing, where original designer goods can be bought for 50% off.
But here, now among the glasses, was a whole array of golf clubs, polished and shiny, with socks and all, no caddies alas, awaiting prospective foreign shoppers who will be happy to take them home.
But, a word of warning, if you should venture down into the lower floors, where bags and suitcases are sold, here the shopping is a little more aggressive and for the first time I was a little disconcerted as I was
pulled and hugged in their overeagerness to sell and beat a quick retreat from this den of sales!
Tip: Come with a list, know what you want to buy, know how much you are willing to pay and stick to your price. You will know if you have gone to far, for they take the goods from your hands and turn their back. Raise the stakes a little and you will both be happy, each one going home with their individual prize.
As to the silk, there is loads of it, from wrap to scarf, just know what color or style you are looking want, as there are so many beautiful designs to choose from, a lot of shoppers and chaos, can be disorientating.
Happy shopping.
A pregnant father!
A student of mine came to his class all excited. I request from the participants at the start of each class, to tell me something that has happened to them during the past week.
He was eagerly awaiting his turn to tell us of his trip that week. The outing was not what you may imagine, that of going sightseeing or a visit to a restaurant, his was an ante-natal class at the hospital that he and his
wife had chosen for the birth of their baby.
He admitted that he had gone along reluctantly, but now was saddened that this was a one time occurence. For the class was not what we would expect from such a meeting, teaching the father as to how to behave during the labor of his wife, as she gives birth to their child. No tips on how to rub her back, mop her brow or allow his hand to be squeezed in a grip like a vice. But instead, a father was given a large, heavy, bean bag pillow, to place under his jumper and proceed to climb stairs, get in and out of bed, bend down and pick things up from the floor, try to slip his shoes on plus a host of other daily chores.
At the end, he told all the other awaiting fathers, how he had now only the
upmost respect for his wife and what she has to go through to produce their child. (My comment here was how lucky he was that she, the doctor, did not ask him to demonstrate the pain of childbirth!).
It is strange to me, that this country, that in some things appear to be still in the dark ages, as to the question of whether to wear nappies or not, but can on the other hand, take the time to educate the fathers as to how the wife feels in the latter stages of her pregnancy.
This week the Chinese government, produced and delivered to all citizens, two books on the importance of good health and nutrition. In these books they offer tips for the long term plan, comparing it to ones career, that to live a long and healthy life, has to be begun young.
Fresh fruit and veggies were a must, even with recipes on how to eat them as most of the people are used to just boiling them in soup! A spoon was provided together with the books for the exact measurement of salt, including soya. This my students found funny, as they have never measured the amount that they use, choosing to just pour freely according to taste. 'What is life without a heapful of salt' is there motto.
Three glasses of beer is allowed daily, or one glass of red wine. This caused me to put my tongue in cheek, for today I have red about the increase in wine consumption amongst the Chinese, so I wasn't sure what
was being promoted here, the beer or the wine. To date at the end of 2007,658 million bottles of wine was drunk, in addition to another 494 million glasses of wine too. The expected amount for 2011 is 1.1 billion bottles and a mere 828 million glasses.
Who says that the Chinese are behind the times?
To help their health drive, free gyms appear at strategic spots, where all can come and use the free equipment, but there is only one drawback, they are out on the sidewalk and you have to be willing to be dressed in
unprovocative attire and give free entertainment to all the passers by, whilst you sweat and work out freely.
Lastly, the athletes that will be participation in the forthcoming games, from China, are treated to a healthy mind as well as body, as they train
relentlessly for success and medals. A psychology website is available both to participant and coach to ensure a healthy mental and physical physique.
Being close to home and the support of their families is also expected to
improve performance and the coach is looked upon as family member, mentor and friend. It should be a great show. Tune in, I guarantee you that I shall.
He was eagerly awaiting his turn to tell us of his trip that week. The outing was not what you may imagine, that of going sightseeing or a visit to a restaurant, his was an ante-natal class at the hospital that he and his
wife had chosen for the birth of their baby.
He admitted that he had gone along reluctantly, but now was saddened that this was a one time occurence. For the class was not what we would expect from such a meeting, teaching the father as to how to behave during the labor of his wife, as she gives birth to their child. No tips on how to rub her back, mop her brow or allow his hand to be squeezed in a grip like a vice. But instead, a father was given a large, heavy, bean bag pillow, to place under his jumper and proceed to climb stairs, get in and out of bed, bend down and pick things up from the floor, try to slip his shoes on plus a host of other daily chores.
At the end, he told all the other awaiting fathers, how he had now only the
upmost respect for his wife and what she has to go through to produce their child. (My comment here was how lucky he was that she, the doctor, did not ask him to demonstrate the pain of childbirth!).
It is strange to me, that this country, that in some things appear to be still in the dark ages, as to the question of whether to wear nappies or not, but can on the other hand, take the time to educate the fathers as to how the wife feels in the latter stages of her pregnancy.
This week the Chinese government, produced and delivered to all citizens, two books on the importance of good health and nutrition. In these books they offer tips for the long term plan, comparing it to ones career, that to live a long and healthy life, has to be begun young.
Fresh fruit and veggies were a must, even with recipes on how to eat them as most of the people are used to just boiling them in soup! A spoon was provided together with the books for the exact measurement of salt, including soya. This my students found funny, as they have never measured the amount that they use, choosing to just pour freely according to taste. 'What is life without a heapful of salt' is there motto.
Three glasses of beer is allowed daily, or one glass of red wine. This caused me to put my tongue in cheek, for today I have red about the increase in wine consumption amongst the Chinese, so I wasn't sure what
was being promoted here, the beer or the wine. To date at the end of 2007,658 million bottles of wine was drunk, in addition to another 494 million glasses of wine too. The expected amount for 2011 is 1.1 billion bottles and a mere 828 million glasses.
Who says that the Chinese are behind the times?
To help their health drive, free gyms appear at strategic spots, where all can come and use the free equipment, but there is only one drawback, they are out on the sidewalk and you have to be willing to be dressed in
unprovocative attire and give free entertainment to all the passers by, whilst you sweat and work out freely.
Lastly, the athletes that will be participation in the forthcoming games, from China, are treated to a healthy mind as well as body, as they train
relentlessly for success and medals. A psychology website is available both to participant and coach to ensure a healthy mental and physical physique.
Being close to home and the support of their families is also expected to
improve performance and the coach is looked upon as family member, mentor and friend. It should be a great show. Tune in, I guarantee you that I shall.
No free the lobster protesters!
Sometimes I find it hard not to smile in amusement at some of the questions that are asked of me in class. At times I ask the other teachers if these kind of questions come their way, but am told more often than not, that I seem to attract this kind of openess and curiosity.
For example, whilst assessing a new teenager as to her level, she stopped mid-sentence and asked me where I came from. Upon my reply, she got all excited, for her father is a Chinese journalist working in Israel and she herself has visited there twice. Her next comment took me by surprise, because she asked "has anyone told you that you have funny hair?". Now, what was amusing here was that of course they have. My hair has been a source of comments for many a year, but that she had no shame to ask such a question can sometimes be quite startling. For sure living in Israel for many a year, hardens you to such open questions, that require more than a yes or no, but leave you gaping for a moment or two, like a fish in a shallow pool of water.
I remember well, once sitting at a bus stop, new to a neighborhood, when a fellow would be passenger sat down beside me and began a conversation. Where was I from etc.... till she asked "how much rent do you pay"... there was nothing wrong with her question, but that I answered, to this day haunts me.
So, here in China, I let it roll over me, the questions and impertinence of the natives, but sometimes they are just funny. Today the topic of conversation was the demonstrations against the Japanese for killing whales. They sympathize here with the mammal, but do not understand the fuss. When I tried to explain that the killing is the problem, because of the barbaric way and suffering caused to this great creature, they began to understand. But the next question took me at the shoulder, because it was.... "why do westerners like Sushi so much and do they call it by that name or another". For once I was speechless for a few moments and had to think of an answer.
This led to further discussion and conversation as to why in TV travel programmes are the people of China depicted as eating all things that crawl - they themselves claim that they would never touch a cockroach, baby octopus or other strange crawly things of the sea or land, but agreed that somewhere in some small village or province this may happen.
Their love of seafood is renowned and admitted, but led to the final observation as to if the world is so concerned with the poor treatment and
killing of animals, then why are there no protesters outside sea food establishments, for the abolishment of the pitiful way that they kill a lobster, by boiling it alive! Think about it, one never sees any protesters
pounding the streets with placards saying 'Save the Lobster' ... do you?
For example, whilst assessing a new teenager as to her level, she stopped mid-sentence and asked me where I came from. Upon my reply, she got all excited, for her father is a Chinese journalist working in Israel and she herself has visited there twice. Her next comment took me by surprise, because she asked "has anyone told you that you have funny hair?". Now, what was amusing here was that of course they have. My hair has been a source of comments for many a year, but that she had no shame to ask such a question can sometimes be quite startling. For sure living in Israel for many a year, hardens you to such open questions, that require more than a yes or no, but leave you gaping for a moment or two, like a fish in a shallow pool of water.
I remember well, once sitting at a bus stop, new to a neighborhood, when a fellow would be passenger sat down beside me and began a conversation. Where was I from etc.... till she asked "how much rent do you pay"... there was nothing wrong with her question, but that I answered, to this day haunts me.
So, here in China, I let it roll over me, the questions and impertinence of the natives, but sometimes they are just funny. Today the topic of conversation was the demonstrations against the Japanese for killing whales. They sympathize here with the mammal, but do not understand the fuss. When I tried to explain that the killing is the problem, because of the barbaric way and suffering caused to this great creature, they began to understand. But the next question took me at the shoulder, because it was.... "why do westerners like Sushi so much and do they call it by that name or another". For once I was speechless for a few moments and had to think of an answer.
This led to further discussion and conversation as to why in TV travel programmes are the people of China depicted as eating all things that crawl - they themselves claim that they would never touch a cockroach, baby octopus or other strange crawly things of the sea or land, but agreed that somewhere in some small village or province this may happen.
Their love of seafood is renowned and admitted, but led to the final observation as to if the world is so concerned with the poor treatment and
killing of animals, then why are there no protesters outside sea food establishments, for the abolishment of the pitiful way that they kill a lobster, by boiling it alive! Think about it, one never sees any protesters
pounding the streets with placards saying 'Save the Lobster' ... do you?
Abuse of hospitality
We all love and respect the Dalai Lama, as a great humanitarian and advocate of human behaviour and rights. Personally I would love to be privileged to meet him one day, when I will eventually begin my travels around the world, who knows, we may meet up in India.
His wish for Tibet to be independent is well chronicled, I too have read his
books and teachings with interest, but does a singer such as Bjork do him a service or cause disapproval and dishonor on such a man, when at the end of her concert she shouted and chanted the word Tibet.
When I approach my students, with the same candor and curiosity that they show me, I see the hurt and defense in their voices and eyes, that she should have done this act. They do not understand why the west would wish them to separate this province from the rest. They feel that China has greatly enhanced the life of the Tibetan people, that their cities have grown and prospered and are no longer that lonely primitive place on the Himalayan peaks.
This is not propoganda talking, for I have students who travel their often, selling 'Mercedes' cars to a small amount of the citizens, because they need a powerful engine to drive through the mountain roads, till they can
pass no more and only foot or donkey will suffice.
I myself just feel confusion and discomfort at their hurt, for I know only too well as an Israeli how the world can judge and condemn, only writing the side of the story that will sell the newspaper article.
Almost a day does not go by, that I am not approached and asked to explain the situation in Israel. These people ask me with an objective mind. They do not totally believe all that is written by the journalists and they themselves feel misjudged by the west. They listen with interest to
my explanations and ask questions at my rough map drawings.
I have always considered myself a non racist or judgemental person, having greatly suffered first hand the opinion of others who thought their way was the right way and feel a great responsibility to my country in my
telling of the situation. At the end they thank me profusely for my time, ability and knowledge and I feel small in their praise.
So in respect of that, I am writing this post today. I in turn tell them that it is up to them to educate the west and that I admire the Chinese for taking this unprecedented move to open their doors to the west, to criticism and appraisal.
They too, as we all do, wish for a peaceful solution to the Tibetan problem and that the world will look upon them with a more open mind.
His wish for Tibet to be independent is well chronicled, I too have read his
books and teachings with interest, but does a singer such as Bjork do him a service or cause disapproval and dishonor on such a man, when at the end of her concert she shouted and chanted the word Tibet.
When I approach my students, with the same candor and curiosity that they show me, I see the hurt and defense in their voices and eyes, that she should have done this act. They do not understand why the west would wish them to separate this province from the rest. They feel that China has greatly enhanced the life of the Tibetan people, that their cities have grown and prospered and are no longer that lonely primitive place on the Himalayan peaks.
This is not propoganda talking, for I have students who travel their often, selling 'Mercedes' cars to a small amount of the citizens, because they need a powerful engine to drive through the mountain roads, till they can
pass no more and only foot or donkey will suffice.
I myself just feel confusion and discomfort at their hurt, for I know only too well as an Israeli how the world can judge and condemn, only writing the side of the story that will sell the newspaper article.
Almost a day does not go by, that I am not approached and asked to explain the situation in Israel. These people ask me with an objective mind. They do not totally believe all that is written by the journalists and they themselves feel misjudged by the west. They listen with interest to
my explanations and ask questions at my rough map drawings.
I have always considered myself a non racist or judgemental person, having greatly suffered first hand the opinion of others who thought their way was the right way and feel a great responsibility to my country in my
telling of the situation. At the end they thank me profusely for my time, ability and knowledge and I feel small in their praise.
So in respect of that, I am writing this post today. I in turn tell them that it is up to them to educate the west and that I admire the Chinese for taking this unprecedented move to open their doors to the west, to criticism and appraisal.
They too, as we all do, wish for a peaceful solution to the Tibetan problem and that the world will look upon them with a more open mind.
95.000
There is no question that our concept of the Chinese people is wrong. IT is so easy to judge when you are abroad and so different when you are living amonst the nation. How many politicians do we all know, who promise one thing and then do another when in office. We talk all about the human rights situation in China, about how the people were thrown out of their homes to make room for the Olympic stadium, but I don't remember hearing the same stories when they happened in Sydney. It is true, people were uprooted and compensation was paid, but we all know well enough, even from ourselves in Israel, that the compensation never compensates enough to buy a new home.
When we hear about the one child policy, we too feel that this is a mark against the free will and rights of this large population and feel for the families that have to pay a fine, or fee if they have an extra child if they live in the city. But, what we don't hear or know, is that if the child is him or herself an only child, this rule does not apply.
I know now full well, even after the limited time that I have lived here, how much pressure is put on the parent for the child to succeed. We know full well how worrying it is to take and care for our offspring, to make sure that they stay in good health and free of accident, how the more so if you have only one, we too would wrap them up in cotton wool.
But what we don't know, or even think about, is that this coming summer,
just in Beijing alone, there are 95,000 boys and girls, all trying to enter
High School. There are no shortage of places, but a short list to enter the
top ones, where parents are willing to work and pay for the private education of their child, to hopefully ensure his greater chance to succeed in an already overflowing society. But, even though there are a number
of top or good schools in this large city, there is limited room and in one
that I have been told of, only 400 chairs available.
In the world at large, many people choose not to have children at all, whereas there are others who choose to have many, whether for love of kids, religion or just enjoy giving birth - we don't condemn them. We may
'tut tut' and comment and talk between ourselves, but do not outright say a lot, certainly not to the first.
I, a mother of four, can feel a mother's need to have more, but also see today with greater clarity how much pressure there is on the parent for their child to do well. There are no playtimes after school, or at the weekend, just an increasing roller coaster of extra curriculum study activities that shows weariness both in parent, grandparent and child.
Let us just imagine if there was in Beijing alone, 190.000 children entering high school in the fall? Where would the government or families find the money or places for all those children, that would continue to increase every year.
Maybe however hard is the rule, the benefit to country may be greater in the end. I don't know, I can only listen and watch - what about you?
When we hear about the one child policy, we too feel that this is a mark against the free will and rights of this large population and feel for the families that have to pay a fine, or fee if they have an extra child if they live in the city. But, what we don't hear or know, is that if the child is him or herself an only child, this rule does not apply.
I know now full well, even after the limited time that I have lived here, how much pressure is put on the parent for the child to succeed. We know full well how worrying it is to take and care for our offspring, to make sure that they stay in good health and free of accident, how the more so if you have only one, we too would wrap them up in cotton wool.
But what we don't know, or even think about, is that this coming summer,
just in Beijing alone, there are 95,000 boys and girls, all trying to enter
High School. There are no shortage of places, but a short list to enter the
top ones, where parents are willing to work and pay for the private education of their child, to hopefully ensure his greater chance to succeed in an already overflowing society. But, even though there are a number
of top or good schools in this large city, there is limited room and in one
that I have been told of, only 400 chairs available.
In the world at large, many people choose not to have children at all, whereas there are others who choose to have many, whether for love of kids, religion or just enjoy giving birth - we don't condemn them. We may
'tut tut' and comment and talk between ourselves, but do not outright say a lot, certainly not to the first.
I, a mother of four, can feel a mother's need to have more, but also see today with greater clarity how much pressure there is on the parent for their child to do well. There are no playtimes after school, or at the weekend, just an increasing roller coaster of extra curriculum study activities that shows weariness both in parent, grandparent and child.
Let us just imagine if there was in Beijing alone, 190.000 children entering high school in the fall? Where would the government or families find the money or places for all those children, that would continue to increase every year.
Maybe however hard is the rule, the benefit to country may be greater in the end. I don't know, I can only listen and watch - what about you?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Curiosity didn't kill the cat
Living abroad has a plus and as every one knows a minus too. I know that I had
had enough of fighting daily with taxi drivers back home, in their case it was a question of being given a set fare, that the driver deemed fair and average. Then would enfold an argument, heated of course, as to whether you thought the price was okay, or as to his willingness to turn on the meter. This would nine times out of ten, follow with his cussing and swearing at you under his breath, for the rest of the journey. It more often than not left you feeling limp and wondering whether it had been worthwhile at all!!
Now here in Beijing it is more or less the same. firstly the driver refuses to take you because he doesn't understand the address and even if you are able to say a
smattering of words in chinese, he will either pretend not to understand, or your
pronunciation is so bad, that they really can't fathom what you are trying to say.
There are two ways round this predicament. Get out! or make a phone call to
someone, who will be kind enough to transfer in the correct chinese the address or spend 10 minutes on your phone, explaining to the 'would be' taxi driver how to get there. It is not a wonder that my phone card finishes so quickly with all the calls I have to make. Sometimes it is my own fault, like the time that I insisted that the driver take the 3rd ring road, instead of the 4th, only to have to
put up with his laughter the whole way back, at my expense both emotionally and financially!!
As to the post, that has to be the 'slow boat to China', but in the opposite direction. Post seems to find its way quickly this way, but ever so slowly the
other!?
Women drive buses, but not taxis, but can be pilots too, mind you if there
driving is as bad as the road, I don't recommend boarding the flight. Red seems
to be the operative color, for even a government sporting reform, red flags are used to direct traffic. Pensioners are planted at bus stops to ensure that alighting on to the bus is done in an orderly fashion, but of course seem to be rendered useless and at the height of the fray, shrug their shoulders and pack up their flags and go away. (I often wonder if this is a volunteer position created for the Olympics, or a paid one).
At the famous 'Silk Street' Market, a 'try-out' took place this week. Guards armed with red sashes, tables erected with name places and information stands was parked outside the parking lot of this popular shopping area, populated with ex-pats and tourists hoping to grab a bargain. Here they were, stopping every non chinese passer by, offering free information and service. Commendable.
Lastly, I now understand why Chinese kitchens are so small. They never use them! Please not that this is just an observation and not criticism as I myself try to avoid cooking as much as possible, even though once, long ago, I was a dab hand at it. They are always out eating in the abundance of restaurants
that seem to be brightly lit, always, all over the city.
If you are one of those lucky enough to have tickets for the Olympic event, I am still hoping to get a ticket in the last ballot in April, you will be flying into terminal 3, the new and most up-todate airport, plenty of shopping on your
way out, for all those things that you may have forgotten to stock up on, but mind, it is 2 kms from one end to the other!!
had enough of fighting daily with taxi drivers back home, in their case it was a question of being given a set fare, that the driver deemed fair and average. Then would enfold an argument, heated of course, as to whether you thought the price was okay, or as to his willingness to turn on the meter. This would nine times out of ten, follow with his cussing and swearing at you under his breath, for the rest of the journey. It more often than not left you feeling limp and wondering whether it had been worthwhile at all!!
Now here in Beijing it is more or less the same. firstly the driver refuses to take you because he doesn't understand the address and even if you are able to say a
smattering of words in chinese, he will either pretend not to understand, or your
pronunciation is so bad, that they really can't fathom what you are trying to say.
There are two ways round this predicament. Get out! or make a phone call to
someone, who will be kind enough to transfer in the correct chinese the address or spend 10 minutes on your phone, explaining to the 'would be' taxi driver how to get there. It is not a wonder that my phone card finishes so quickly with all the calls I have to make. Sometimes it is my own fault, like the time that I insisted that the driver take the 3rd ring road, instead of the 4th, only to have to
put up with his laughter the whole way back, at my expense both emotionally and financially!!
As to the post, that has to be the 'slow boat to China', but in the opposite direction. Post seems to find its way quickly this way, but ever so slowly the
other!?
Women drive buses, but not taxis, but can be pilots too, mind you if there
driving is as bad as the road, I don't recommend boarding the flight. Red seems
to be the operative color, for even a government sporting reform, red flags are used to direct traffic. Pensioners are planted at bus stops to ensure that alighting on to the bus is done in an orderly fashion, but of course seem to be rendered useless and at the height of the fray, shrug their shoulders and pack up their flags and go away. (I often wonder if this is a volunteer position created for the Olympics, or a paid one).
At the famous 'Silk Street' Market, a 'try-out' took place this week. Guards armed with red sashes, tables erected with name places and information stands was parked outside the parking lot of this popular shopping area, populated with ex-pats and tourists hoping to grab a bargain. Here they were, stopping every non chinese passer by, offering free information and service. Commendable.
Lastly, I now understand why Chinese kitchens are so small. They never use them! Please not that this is just an observation and not criticism as I myself try to avoid cooking as much as possible, even though once, long ago, I was a dab hand at it. They are always out eating in the abundance of restaurants
that seem to be brightly lit, always, all over the city.
If you are one of those lucky enough to have tickets for the Olympic event, I am still hoping to get a ticket in the last ballot in April, you will be flying into terminal 3, the new and most up-todate airport, plenty of shopping on your
way out, for all those things that you may have forgotten to stock up on, but mind, it is 2 kms from one end to the other!!
'I get it!!!'
Well we all remember it well, Tom Hanks in his famous role in the film 'Big',
when he said at an all important meeting... 'I don't get it!'. Well, it is now my turn, albeit, as of yet not as famous (or rich) as him, but I will steal his one-liner
and say the opposite - 'I got it!!'. I now have finally understood why people of all
ages travel, especially the young. It is exciting, adventure-fying, terrifying and all the other 'fyings' combined.
Having taught non-stop, at all hours of the day and evenings, I finally find myself with hours on my hands. It is not necessarily because I am working less
(well - a bit if I am honest), but with no private pupils to speak of at present, my
days which in the past would end at 22.00 or 23.00, now end at 20.15!! Taking
into account the taxi home, I am indoors at 21.00 and a long evening stretches
before me. When my computer works and is not having 'cold' problems and being tired and unco-operative, I will be able to use it till the early hours, but
if not, the night is long for an insomniac.
So, it was with pleasure that I accepted an invitation to a birthday bash, at the
house of a fellow colleague and her partner, whom I also happen to work with.
Afraid that it would turn out to be a 'Berlitz' affair, I planned on not staying too
long. Armed with a gift and two friends, we set off for the event.
Now, finding the place was not so easy, I must admit that I am happy to say that, as it is good to see that there are others who are having the same difficulties in understanding the exact address of where they live! So when the taxi driver, chinese friend and us failed to understand the directions given, a phone call was made. What was the landmark - 'the 7 - 11'! Arguing over the exact entrance to the building, we found ourselves in a typical chinese building, somewhat like my own, a rabbit's warren of passages and doors. Feeling a little like 'Alice in Wonderland' following the rabbit, we followed our friend as he wove his way in and out of doorways, knocking once or twice at the wrong ones, till be found our correct one.
The appartment, furnished, had a nice friendly spread. Chunks of bread spread around a jar of 'Nutella', for those of you uninformed, this is only 'the' chocoholic hazelnut spread of all time!, cheese chunks (extreme luxury in china), each piece a guilty bite of a few yuan to say the least, cocktail sausages (not the regular size cut down), assortment of pringles (potato chips) and finally in all its glory, the booze.
Now for those of you who know me, I am not a great drinker, but do like a tipple now and again, but it is wine, usually on the night of Passover, that inevitably sends me into fits of hysterical laughter, to the yearly amusement of my children. The array of bottles, admittedly did not tempt me at first, a mix of
Gin and Vodka flavored for taste, in my opinion spoils the taste, but I understand this is a young persons taste.
The party got off to a slow start, latecomers being the norma as opposed to us early birds (we came straight from work). Beer bottles were opened and the spirits of those present began to lift. Music was playing in the background and as more guests arrived, I began to understand.
As I looked around the room, we were a salad bowl of nationalities. Israeli, Romanian, Turkish, Australian, American,Russian, Chinese and Canadian. A mixture of ages between 22 - 57 (I was thankfully not the eldest there), it was
a mixture of accents, level of voices and of course laughter. I could not believe how much I was enjoying myself. It was not only the conversation that became heated as we discussed politics and the American elections, but religion too.
It was fun, it was interesting, I now get it, travelling does 'broaden the mind' or if not the mind, then the circle of people that you know and meet. A good chunk of the younger crowd there had met up on their previous travels and had decided to reaquaint in Beijing. All of you would be travellers out there, all I
can say is take the opportunity when it arises. If you can't afford to travel without working like me, then find an opportunity to work for a company else where. However hard it is to leave your loved ones, so far, I promise, it is worth it.
when he said at an all important meeting... 'I don't get it!'. Well, it is now my turn, albeit, as of yet not as famous (or rich) as him, but I will steal his one-liner
and say the opposite - 'I got it!!'. I now have finally understood why people of all
ages travel, especially the young. It is exciting, adventure-fying, terrifying and all the other 'fyings' combined.
Having taught non-stop, at all hours of the day and evenings, I finally find myself with hours on my hands. It is not necessarily because I am working less
(well - a bit if I am honest), but with no private pupils to speak of at present, my
days which in the past would end at 22.00 or 23.00, now end at 20.15!! Taking
into account the taxi home, I am indoors at 21.00 and a long evening stretches
before me. When my computer works and is not having 'cold' problems and being tired and unco-operative, I will be able to use it till the early hours, but
if not, the night is long for an insomniac.
So, it was with pleasure that I accepted an invitation to a birthday bash, at the
house of a fellow colleague and her partner, whom I also happen to work with.
Afraid that it would turn out to be a 'Berlitz' affair, I planned on not staying too
long. Armed with a gift and two friends, we set off for the event.
Now, finding the place was not so easy, I must admit that I am happy to say that, as it is good to see that there are others who are having the same difficulties in understanding the exact address of where they live! So when the taxi driver, chinese friend and us failed to understand the directions given, a phone call was made. What was the landmark - 'the 7 - 11'! Arguing over the exact entrance to the building, we found ourselves in a typical chinese building, somewhat like my own, a rabbit's warren of passages and doors. Feeling a little like 'Alice in Wonderland' following the rabbit, we followed our friend as he wove his way in and out of doorways, knocking once or twice at the wrong ones, till be found our correct one.
The appartment, furnished, had a nice friendly spread. Chunks of bread spread around a jar of 'Nutella', for those of you uninformed, this is only 'the' chocoholic hazelnut spread of all time!, cheese chunks (extreme luxury in china), each piece a guilty bite of a few yuan to say the least, cocktail sausages (not the regular size cut down), assortment of pringles (potato chips) and finally in all its glory, the booze.
Now for those of you who know me, I am not a great drinker, but do like a tipple now and again, but it is wine, usually on the night of Passover, that inevitably sends me into fits of hysterical laughter, to the yearly amusement of my children. The array of bottles, admittedly did not tempt me at first, a mix of
Gin and Vodka flavored for taste, in my opinion spoils the taste, but I understand this is a young persons taste.
The party got off to a slow start, latecomers being the norma as opposed to us early birds (we came straight from work). Beer bottles were opened and the spirits of those present began to lift. Music was playing in the background and as more guests arrived, I began to understand.
As I looked around the room, we were a salad bowl of nationalities. Israeli, Romanian, Turkish, Australian, American,Russian, Chinese and Canadian. A mixture of ages between 22 - 57 (I was thankfully not the eldest there), it was
a mixture of accents, level of voices and of course laughter. I could not believe how much I was enjoying myself. It was not only the conversation that became heated as we discussed politics and the American elections, but religion too.
It was fun, it was interesting, I now get it, travelling does 'broaden the mind' or if not the mind, then the circle of people that you know and meet. A good chunk of the younger crowd there had met up on their previous travels and had decided to reaquaint in Beijing. All of you would be travellers out there, all I
can say is take the opportunity when it arises. If you can't afford to travel without working like me, then find an opportunity to work for a company else where. However hard it is to leave your loved ones, so far, I promise, it is worth it.
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