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in china

dear friends,

we’re fine, i’m calmer, so don’t worry. after some reasoning, i believe people in shanghai are more well informed than in other more rural places, not to mention simply too busy to be making any riots. and my window view of the beach themed carrefour assures me it is still in the same place.
i’ve read that the government has finally taken some action by enforcing restrictions to stop the access to sites that instigate riots and boycotts, as well as blocking sms that have sensible content.

finally.
how naive of them to let this anti-western sentiment spread this far on the eve of the olympic games (when thousands of foreigners are expected in china) and especially knowing that they went through a very similar situation with anti-japanese protests not so long ago.

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in china

few things are more stupid than a mob

shanghaiist published today the story of an american volunteer teacher that was attacked last sunday, when exiting carrefour on zhuzhou (hunan). below is the letter sent by one of his colleagues to the media:

Last night [Editor’s note: Sunday, Apr 20] around 7pm my friend was attacked by a mob of about 150 people outside the Carrefour in Zhuzhou, Hunan (near his placement site). When leaving Carrefour some of the crowd started shouting at him and he tried to say he didn’t have anything to do with the Olympics, but 3 men started to push him and then he was hit in the back of the head at least 3 times.
He started to run, and the mob chased him. He jumped into a cab, but the mob surrounded the car and started shaking and rocking it. The cab driver was shouting at him to get out. Then they started hitting the car. The crowd was shouting “kill him! kill the Frenchman.” He called the Field Director while in the back of the car. The cab driver abandon the car when he saw police coming.
Two police made there way though the mob and managed to drive the cab away. The Field Director alerted the Director Shu of the Hunan Department of Education. The police got him another cab and he took it from Zhuzhou to the field director’s home in Changsha. He spending the night here in Changsha and is likely leaving China as soon as possible.

[My colleague] is only 22, an American (not French), and a volunteer teacher. He graduated from Boston Collage less than 10 months ago. If he can be attacked anyone can be. The situation in central china is becoming much worse very quickly. James has been cut up pretty badly by the glass and the people trying to grab him.

I didn’t think the situation and protests were anything to worry about before now, but if the mob had gotten him outside of the cab he could have easily been killed.

Foreigners need to be more aware that this is a real danger and MUCH more careful around the protests here in central china.

Im also sending this letter to the embassy.
People need to be more much careful.

me too, i also hadn’t given these boycotts and protests much thought. now? honestly, as a caucasian-big-eyed-easy-to-spot foreigner, i feel threatened.

i find myself mentally rewinding stupid sentences in mandarin, such as “i’m not french, i’m portuguese, portugal gave macau to china, so we’re friends!”. as if i could tame the stupidity of a mob with my impressive mandarin skills. both sad and pathetic. *sigh*

here’s hoping the olympics come and go quickly. 125 days left.

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traveling

“A aventura não está no percurso, está na descoberta.”

As viagens nunca são o que planeamos. As viagens nunca são viagens se as planearmos geometricamente e as cumprirmos como às ordens de um comandante de excursão. As viagens são olhares. E os olhares não se planeiam. As viagens são esquinas. Nunca sabemos o que está para lá. As viagens são dureza. E são leveza. A leveza mais leve do mundo.
As viagens não são longitude e latitude, meridianos e ângulos, perpendiculares e códigos postais. Isso é outra coisa. Isso são graus e traços a compasso e as fronteiras que o mundo tem.
As viagens são os pedaços de mundo, que se recolhem nos pontos inexactos e improváveis onde as pessoas se cruzam com as pessoas, deixando com elas qualquer coisa de nós, transportando nós qualquer coisa delas, em silêncios, em palavras, em gestos, em sorrisos, em coisas simples, indetermináveis, determinantes, parando em movimento, parando o movimento do comboio global e mecânico onde seguem os passageiros do quotidiano. As viagens são a alegria absoluta. E são desalento e desespero e imprevisibilidades e cansaço e força que se encontra. E saber que no dia seguinte não sabemos o caminho. E saber que há um recomeço de tudo, de tudo quanto está por ver, por saber, por experimentar, por conhecer. Viagem que é viagem só começa, nunca termina, entranha-se, adquire vida própria e, dentro, viaja. E, dentro, viaja muito depois de termos chegado.

As viagens somos nós. As viagens são sempre a nós, aos nossos confins, aos sítios de nós onde ainda não tínhamos estado. Quanto mais conhecemos do mundo, mais ele se torna maior. E nisso não existe maior grandeza.

da viagem pela américa do sul, na estação do calor. que venham muitas mais!

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just life photography

grub’s little trick:

grub

every single time i get home, she runs to her spot, lays on her back and gets ready for some serious cuddling on the belly. :D

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just life

1 year in china (一年在中国)

1 year in china and a lot of mixed feelings. hard to measure how much we fit here, with so many dramatic ups and downs, like cosine waves or bipolar periods.

yesterday, for instance. a bulldozer on a construction site accidentally hit a small brick wall by the sidewalk. p. was passing by on his bike when it happened and got caught under it. he’s cool, just scratches, bruises, a smashed bike and a dirty coat. nothing some ligaments and a lot of love won’t cure. could have been so much worse…

it makes you think, right? more than a year in china, today we’re celebrating each other and taking it easy. that’s it.