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Chasing The Albino Pygmy Giraffe
Chasing The Albino Pygmy Giraffe
Pygmy Giraffe
A Novel
STORIES
OF THE
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URNA SEMPER
A Novel
CHASING
THE ALBINO
PYGMY
GIRAFFE
CHARLES HADDAD
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ADULT FICTION
NONFICTION
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BOOK ONE
千⾥之⾏始于⾜下
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CHAPTER 1
THE SCHNOOKERING
"It's Lulu."
Didn't — or couldn't?
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So, dear reader, I think you can begin to see why I was
drawn to China. Here was a place that felt compelled to spy
on you even when you were taking a pee; could entice
wealthy Irish catholic girls to spout Mao and had learned
how to train a rooster in a plastic box to play chopsticks. You
have to admit, that’s pretty compelling stuff.
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“You’ll apply,” said The Einstein and hung up. This wasn’t
a question.
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CHAPTER 2
THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ROLEX
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CHAPTER 3
MASTERING CHINESE
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CHAPTER 4
SCORPION TAMER
"An assistant?"
"Like what?"
just the way his mind worked. He kept in his head an ever-
changing map of your career, which required neither your
input nor consent. Out of the blue, every now and then, he
would show you a glimpse of his map for you. It was his way
of caring and you'd better be grateful.
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Nor did this girl wear the winter tribal costume of most
undergraduates: Uggs, hoodie and flowered flannel pajama
bottoms. Instead, her long narrow feet were shod in shiny
black leather open-toed flats. And not only did she wear a
dress; it was a long, narrowly tapered one with a high collar
festooned with peach blossoms. I recognized it immediately
as a traditional Qi Pao. The last time I'd seen such attire was
at the farewell banquet in Beijing, where all the waitresses
wore one.
The girl's eyes shot up from her shoes, but she neither
came into my office nor answered. Either she didn't speak
mandarin, which was highly possible, given China's countless
dialects. Or she had never heard a white devil speak her
tongue.
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Li Li looked skeptical.
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Li Li frowned at me.
"What?"
Li Li grimaced.
Li Li’s critique stung me, but it made her smile for the first
time. "Mei wen ti,” she said, chortling. “I teach you how to
speak real Chinese.” Then she took her cup of tea and poured
it into the trash can. “And drink real Chinese tea.”
"Why not 'yao bu yao?" I said, taking the cup from Li Li.
I eyed the cup in my hands but did not take a sip. Now it
was my turn to be skeptical. I was used to drinking tea that
was scalding hot. The cup in my hand felt not much warmer
than room temperature. Then there was the color of the tea.
How can I put this politely? It reminded me of the color of
monkey piss. And the coloring was so faint, I couldn't
imagine the tea had much, if any taste. I looked around for
some milk or sweetener.
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“Now what?” I was certain that this was how the teacher
on my Chinese podcasts pronounced “a little bit.”
“So?”
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And yet that didn't seem quite right, either. As Li Li’s trust
in me grew, she swapped her qi pao and black leather shoes
for jeans and sneakers. But what jeans! I once saw a
matching pair in the storefront windows of Bloomies flagship
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And what stories I had to tell! Take the woman who had
emailed me a picture of herself as a ravishing 25-year-old
redhead. She showed up at our date as a gray-haired 60-
something who looked 80. Then there was the Korean girl
who had begged me to drive 60 miles to meet her at a
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The date went so well that the woman gushed that she
couldn’t wait to meet again, promising it would be soon.
Then she sealed that promise with a goodnight kiss. My heart
sank at the touch of her lips. I had learned that, in The First
City of the Third World, an unsolicited kiss on a first date was
the hallmark of insincerity. Sure enough, the girl ignored all
my emails, texts and phone calls. I never heard from her
again.
Li Li’s pale face blushed beet red, and she glanced down at
the leaves on the bottom of her tea cup.
office, Li Li had done just that with me. And what troubles
she had! Her husband of nine months wouldn't sleep with
her.
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Xiao Nan chuckled and said, “Of course, how rude of me!
Come, let me show you the house.”
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“And?”
I laughed.
“What?”
“Sorta.”
“Well... I had the bagels and cream cheese, all right, but I
never set foot inside a synagogue as a kid unless crashing a
bar mitzvah for the spread.”
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“Mei wen ti!” said Li Li, who must have read my mind.
“Aunt clean house, cook food. Very busy.”
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“Oh dear lord, thank you for this meal we're about to eat,”
Xiao Nan said.
Li Li squeezed my hand.
“Oh Lord,” said Xiao Nan, his voice rising, “please reward
Professor B for his kindness to Li Li. Send him a good
Christian woman with whom he can marry and settle down.”
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Xiao Nan tried to free his hand from mine, but I wouldn't
let go.
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CHAPTER 5
EMPEROR OF THE ROUNDTABLE
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“Find out all about Xi Dada,” she said, eying the crumpled
piece of paper on the desk.
“Really!”
“How so?”
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And, with ever more time spent driving, the once sacred
home cooked family meal had become as relevant as a rusted
wok. Now each family member grabbed a slice of pizza, a Big
Mac or battered chicken leg to eat while driving. Talk about
All American.
The nerve.
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As for our table, its dozen or so seats were soon filled with
what appears to be professors, administrators and the party
functionaries who watched over both of them.
Hardly.
Even how my hosts ate was new to me. Rather than load
up a plate with food, they snatched small portions from the
Lazy Susan and put them in a bowl. Then they raised the
bowl to their lips and shoveled in the food.
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Given my bai jiu induced stupor, I’m not sure how, or even
when, I got back into the limo. But at some point I found
myself once again staring out its blackened windows. I
watched as we drove through an arched stone gate and into
what appeared to be a lush gardened park. This, it turned
out, was the campus of Tsinghua. At last! I would see the
inside of a real Chinese university.
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I pulled out the card and the room went dark again. I put
it back in and the room once again lit up. Clever! And so
energy efficient. Now all I had to do was remember to
withdraw the card when I left the room, a big challenge for
an absent-minded old fart such as myself.
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“Ni hao!” The girl bubbled. “I'm Lan Lan.” She extended a
hand toward me, which I didn't take. I considered shouting,
"Security!" Instead, I growled, “What do you want?"
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There was one thing I really did want to do, which was to
visit an authentic Chinese tea house. But not a student knew
of any. They didn't drink tea, they told me; only coffee at a
chain called “Xing Ba Ke,” which turned out to be Starbucks.
They did take me to a Starbucks, where the only thing grande
were the prices. A small cup of tea was priced triple that of its
U.S. counterpart. Was it brewed from liquid gold? I
wondered. Later, I would figure out, Starbucks in China was
more about status than taste. Your classmates would think
you were the child of a high ranking party member if they
saw you holding a Starbucks latte. The larger the better.
I’ll say this for my Chinese hosts. They sure knew how to
party. After every long day of rushing about Beijing, I was
treated to another dinner banquet. I had drunken more hard
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“No,” I said.
“Then what?”
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CHAPTER 6
THE TRAVEL CZAR
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I nodded yes.
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Finally, the questioning petered out and, for the first time,
Dr. Forenza weighed in. He had been sitting in the back of the
room, quietly savoring his paper cup of ginger ale.
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I nodded.
I didn't answer.
“Work...work...work.”
I smiled proudly.
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“Exactly.”
“Sure,” said the Classics Scholar, “but it's not nearly as fun
— nor as easy. You see, Italy, like most of Europe, has no
drinking age. Hell, wine is served at every meal. Not to
mention the added thrill of being able to drink to abandon
without fear of parental or school supervision. In short, the
trip is a bacchanalia from start to finish.”
“Well?” I pressed.
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I stepped back from the girl, not in defeat, mind you, but
to regroup. How to reach these students? I wracked my brain
and, coming up blank, looked out to Li Li for inspiration. She
said nothing but simultaneously held up her phone and a
dollar bill. Of course!
All eyes turned to her, and she nodded that it was indeed
true.
“Where’s that?”
“Everyone?” I pressed.
“Evidence?”
“Exactly!” I said.
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“You can count on it,” said the Travel Czar, barely hiding
his glee. “So, you see, your trip is anything but a done deal.”
me. Especially given the rivalry between the two cities. But
even a bigger mystery was that Julio wore this outfit even in
the coldest months of winter. Which was odder still, given
that he was born in sunny Puerto Rico.
His name was Julio, and he was one of the many denizens
who inhabited the back rows of my classroom. Although a
lanky six foot five, Julio would sink so low down in his seat
that I couldn’t see the top of his head above the other
students. He never spoke unless called on, which was rare.
Yet he aced every one of my challenging news quizzes when
Cs were the average class grade.
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You can see why I often turned to Sissy’s work for comic
relief.
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“I guess,” I mumbled.
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“Wait...what?”
Turned out I had read him all wrong. Not only did he
waive the minimum requirement and gave us permission to
go; he told me I hadn't done bad for a first try. He might,
even, be able to send a student or two our way. Why this
sudden magnanimity?
go to war with the army you have; not the one you dream of
having. Or something to that effect.
I’ll say this for Pajama Girl and the others. All now talked
excitedly about the trip. Better yet, all had paid up in full.
Few other trips could make that claim.
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Again? I flinched.
“Why's that?”
“You don’t know him,” said The Einstein, waving off the
question as if it were immaterial. “He doesn't go to school
here.”
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Enzo was the child of divorce and bounced back and forth
between a mother in Los Angeles, who housed him during
the school year, and a father in New York. He was supposed
to take Enzo during the summer. But this father often spent
his summers overseas, and he had come to dread taking his
son with him. At the same time, he didn’t dare leave him
alone at home. Yet the mother refused to keep Enzo during
the summer. Apparently, she needed a break from him.
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BOOK TWO
⼭⾼皇帝远
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CHAPTER 7
AIR STINKO
True to its street name and to keep its fares low, Pi Ren
offered neither free internet service, Hollywood movies, fancy
three-course meals nor liquor. What it did offer, I would soon
learn, was an authentic replica of everyday life for most
urban Chinese. Who needs Hollywood movies and a glass of
wine when you can experience the congestion, rumble and
stink of modern China — even before you land there!
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Li Li nodded affirmatively.
“Maybe scared.”
“That’s it,” I huffed, standing up. “I’m going over there and
introduce myself.” Li Li tugged on my arm and scolded, “Be
nice.” I grunted a reply and marched over to the boy.
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“Crashed the party — and that’s not why. He’s rude and
insolent.”
“Uh huh.”
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We both sat quiet for a bit and then Li Li spoke again, with
determination. “Have to give Enzo chance, make him feel
welcomed. We have to win him over.”
“Thankful?!”
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Silk Road. But she knew only her hometown of Tian Shui,
which was but one stop on our trip west.
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Better yet, I saw Julio, Lulu and Sissy milling about the
kitchenette. They looked exhausted yet uncertain about what
to do. I wandered over. “I thought you were sleeping?” I said
to Sissy.
“As if,” Sissy grumbled, her peach colored face almost pale
for the first time. “I tried, but Angelica kept kicking me. I
wish I was like her,” she said, nodding at Pajama Girl. She
laid curled up in her seat like a cat.
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“Oh come on,” I cajoled. “You have your whole life to eat
Doritos and pizza. Try something new and different. That’s
why we are on this trip, right?” I grabbed a sandwich to
break the ice and examined it closely. It appeared to be
smeared inside with some indeterminate paste the color of
yellowing paper.
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CHAPTER 8
THAT’S NOT CHICKEN
“What's that?!"
Lulu's scowl suggested she was not. She planted her tiny,
bird-like feet firmly on the door jamb of the banquet room.
The other students crowded behind her in the narrow
hallway. They tried to peer around Lulu and into the room.
Although small, it was packed with round tables draped with
white table clothes speckled with cigarette burns and tea
stains. This private dining room on Tsinghua’s campus was to
be the setting for a welcoming banquet Xi Dada had planned
for me and my students.
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"I bet it's a stray dog," Tink mused aloud in his infinite un-
wisdom.
“Ai ya?” said Li Li, who had been bringing up the rear of
our group, shooing along stragglers. “She now slipped
through the group to the door of the banquet room. “Zen me
le?”
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“Do you think I would try and trick you into eating a
dog?” I asked Lulu. She shot me a look that said she would
expect no less from me. After all, I had tried to make her
drink leaves back on the plane.
One thing was for sure. The answer didn’t lay in ordering
my students to eat Chinese food or putting them down
because they wouldn’t. As Li Li said on the plane, I would
have to first stand in their shoes and see the world through
their eyes. Only then could I trick them into trying something
different.
“Ai ya!” a voice cried out from behind us. I turned to see Xi
Dada coming down the hall, leading an entourage of
students, faculty and administrators. “Why aren’t you in the
banquet room?” he grumbled, eying me and my students
suspiciously. Did he see that my students had been trying to
back away? If so, he never said. Instead, he barked, “Inside,
please.” Then Xi Dada and his entourage pushed all of us,
including Lulu, into the dining room.
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“Perhaps.”
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Among the handful who did not stand was a man seated
in the back of the room. Wiry, with graying stubble, he was
dressed in denim shirt and pants. He looked more like a
Sherpa than a professor or party member. Both of his hands
were clenched atop the table as if he'd rather be in the street
brawling than attending this banquet.
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Not only didn't Poppy keel over; she turned to beam at the
table. Everyone cheered, including the Chinese students.
Only Enzo, whose complexion turned even more yellow, sat
silent.
Nah.
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THINK UN-AMERICAN
“Ai ya,” said Li Li. Then she turned and marched back up
the lobby stairs.
ratty tee shirts and cotton pants covered in teddy bears and
smiling moons.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah!”
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“Worse.”
“Exactly.”
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“Really?”
“Bummer.”
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Lulu began to clap and the other students joined her. The
Chinese women blushed and bowed, muttering, “bu ke qi, bu
ke qi,” or “you’re too kind.”
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One of the women peeled away from the line and walked
over to a long black bag. From it, she retrieved a monster of a
sword and, holding it flat across her palms, offered it to Julio.
His eyes shone as he took the sword. I noticed Enzo’s yellow
eyes glowed with envy.
dance. Soon the other women reformed their line, with Julio
in the middle. Towering over all the women, he did his best
to follow their lead.
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"Is there any cereal?" asked Lulu who innately didn't like
to offend.
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"Dang ran a!" said Li Li, and then pulled Lulu by an arm
over to the congee. Lulu stared at the thick, grainy porridge
as if it were bugger flecked mucus.
“Is!,” I reassured.
"Ai ya!" said Li Li. For a moment I thought she was going
to slap Tink on the backside of his head.
"How would you even know what cooked dog smells like?"
I chided Tink.
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SKYSCRAPER NATIONAL PARK
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“Ai ya! Both know you will write about this trip one day.”
Life here was lived out in the street. There were men in
dirty tee shirts and sandals squatting around handmade
boards filled with tile pieces. Others sat outside storefronts in
rickety wooden folding chairs, smoking as they read
newspapers. And still others stirred giant boiling pots of
noodles or dumplings.
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CAMELBAK PRINCESS
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“Yeah.”
“They are paid by the school to search out and shut down
any banned websites used by other students.”
“Huh?”
“Basically.”
“Let me tell you first what I don't want you to do,” I began
and then paused for effect. “No agreeing with any and every
thing my students say. No waiting on them hand and foot,
catering to their every whim. They are spoiled enough as it
is.”
“Hao de, hao de,” each of the students said, nodding with
a faint smile on their downturned faces. Had they heard me,
or were they just humoring me?
“Yes?”
“Li Li.”
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Well, not all of them. My ratty tee shirt and frayed shorts
generated some suspicion.
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Li Li shot me a look that said she did indeed mind, but she
stepped aside all the same.
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pictures and then post them on Wei Bo, Wei Xin and
Facebook. I would see Chinese rush through a museum,
taking pictures of themselves and their friends with even the
smallest, glass-encased vase, without ever stopping to
appreciate any one exhibit.
Ain’t nothing new about this dynamic. East and West have
been aping one another for centuries. Eighteenth century
Dutch, Portuguese and English traders stole the secrets of
Chinese porcelain, tea and silk. Today, the Chinese are
repaying us in kind by lifting the West’s designs on
semiconductors and A.I.
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CHAPTER 12
GUN ZOU!
Our party were all here, save for one crucial member:
Yoshi. Explaining he had some last-minute preparations to
finish, he begged off traveling with us to the train, but
promised to meet us at the terminal. His unpredictability was
becoming a disturbing pattern. I couldn't help thinking he
was testing me in some way. Li Li told me it was all in my
head.
“Oh yeah?”
That was nearly double what the subway cost back home.
Such a high estimate seemed reasonable to my students.
After all, their experience was that you paid an ever higher
price for ever worse service. Imagine what a ride would cost
if service actually improved!
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early 1900s. Yet it has outlived both Mao’s hatred of the West
and Deng Xiao Ping’s exaltation that “To become rich is
glorious.”
Towering over the street in his green and white silk shorts
and jersey, Julio was a walking totem of the NBA. At least
that’s how the Chinese seemed to see him. No sooner had we
exited the subway station than Julio was once again
besieged. And this time it wasn’t just kids. Even nai nais, or
grannies, tugged on his silk shorts, beseeching him for an
autograph, or just a wink or nod of recognition.
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NIGHT TRAIN
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She nodded at the open door of the cabin and I, too, stood
up on my tiptoes, trying to peer around Julio. What I saw
didn't please me. Enzo and the Twin Wannabes huddled
around Yoshi as he fiddled with the contents of a large army
surplus duffle bag, which he had set atop a bottom bunk bed.
Yoshi withdrew a tourniquet and a Bowie knife the size of a
small machete. Enzo’s sallow face lit up. “Wow, what’s that
for?”
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“What?”
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“So teach.”
“What choice?”
had put Poppy, Julio and Tink with one of the Twin
Wannabes; I paired the remaining twin with the Greek
Chorus and Li Li.
Mountain Girl and Xiao Bing sprang off their bunks and
together struggled to open the cabin's sole window, which
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grime must have sealed shut long ago. Finally, they gave up
and Xiao Bing turned his attention to the ceiling fan. He
grabbed a string dangling down from the fan and tugged. It
came off in his hand.
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Xiao Bing shook his head “No,” but he added proudly that
his father had built a motorized bicycle from spare parts.
Which, Xiao Bing explained, served his family better than a
car. The closest paved road to his village was five miles away.
His village would have been rough living for a car.
“Chengzuo.”
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“Hao de, hao de,” Xiao Bing said. He and Mountain Girl
both hung attentively on Lulu’s answer.
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“Oh my god, I'm like, so poor,” said Lulu. “Do you think I'd
be driving a 10-year-old car — especially one handed down
from my big sister?”
“Hao de, hao de,” said Mountain Girl. “I, too, wished I had
had a horse back home.”
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“If your family is so poor that they can't even afford a car,
how do you pay for college?”
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“I don't understand.”
“Party?” said Lulu. For her, I'm sure the word conjured up
images of beer pong and slam dancing.
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Our cabin fell silent. We all watched Poppy and Xiao Bing,
neither of whom said a word. But then again, they didn't
have to. Their expressions spoke for them. Poppy screwed up
her face as if to say, “Oh come off it,” while Xiao Bing smiled
as if he believed every word he said.
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THE GOLDEN DRAGON
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“Dr. Kim!”
very little and brought our own food,” Dr. Kim added,
nodding down at the knapsack in the seat. “And of course we
would be happy to sleep on the bus.”
Yet, here was Dr. Kim, beaming as if he'd just won a seat
on the board of The Chinese Academy of Social Sciences
rather than on a tour bus with a bunch of whiny college
students and a plastic toilet.
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“Apparently.”
“And?”
“He's chilly?”
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“No! Soup.”
“Southerner.”
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I craned my neck to try and peer into the open pack inside
the driver's shirt pocket. But all I could see was the crumpled
tinfoil. My gaze drifted to the driver's hands, which gripped
the steering wheel. I smiled in triumph at his red tipped
fingers. “Red Pagodas!” I proclaimed.
“Hao de, hao de,” said Li Li, sounding impressed, but she
pressed me: “What mean?”
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CHAPTER 15
URBAN DIORAMA
Next to catch my eye were all the cops. There were cops in
blue, cops in black and cops in green. Some wore military
style white helmets and waistbands; some carried batons and
others pistols.
With all these cops, you'd think Chinese cities were the
most orderly, well-behaved places on earth. In fact, if Xi'an
and Beijing were representative, the streets of urban China
appeared to be a free-for-all, with every man for himself. Cars
were parked willy-nilly across sidewalks. Many of them were
the black Audis with tinted black windows favored by party
and government officials. Not that this obstacle course of
party vehicles impeded foot traffic. A thick, steady stream of
pedestrians wended its way through the parked cars.
Where were the police in all this? Not handing out tickets,
that's for sure. Nor were they trying to move aside cars
involved in these accidents. Instead, cops stood atop their
traffic pedestals staring ahead into the smoggy horizon,
seemingly oblivious to the chaos swirling around their feet.
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“Hmm.”
“Then what?”
“Still, keep eye on Mrs. Kim. She like canary in coal mine.”
“Did get lucky with Yoshi,” said Li Li, nodding toward the
back of the bus where Yoshi sat. “Look.”
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I frowned.
“What?” Li Li said.
I got an answer, all right, but not the one I expected. The
PA system gave me the audio equivalent of a giant raspberry,
emitting an ear-splitting screech. I turned to fiddle with the
PA system's control panel. But no matter what dial I turned
— or how far — I couldn't get the screeching to stop. It was
as if the PA system itself was determined to shut me up.
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“See that dog?” Yoshi growled into the mic, his voice
reverberating down the metal cylinder of the bus as he
pointed out the window.
“Why not?”
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CHAPTER 16
MAO SALUTES YOU
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Enzo came last and slipped away from the group and
toward the front of the statue. Lulu nipped at his heels,
wobbling badly on her high-heel sandals trying to keep up.
“Take a picture of me and Mao,” he commanded her. She
nodded and pulled a small camera out of her shirt pocket.
She snapped away as Enzo pushed out his chest, brandishing,
“Fuck Whitey.”
“Ai ya!”
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“Well, then, you’ll have to wait on the bus if you can’t find
them.”
“I have an extra pair you can borrow,” said Sissy. “They are
on the top of my bag.”
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What indeed.
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CHAPTER 17
THE BAD BOY OF DUMPLINGS
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“Dumplings?”
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Li Li and I joined Yoshi, the Kims and Julio, who was the
only student at our table. Enzo tried to join us, dragging over
a bench to the crowded table, but Yoshi waved him off. Enzo
shuffled off to join our students at another table.
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“Ai ya!”
“What?”
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“Not superstition...fate!”
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“No city I know of back home uses solar panels like this to
power streetlights.”
Yoshi chuckled.
“What?”
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“Oh they’re solar panels, all right,” said Yoshi. “Damn good
ones, too. That little sliver of silicon can power a lamp
through the night.”
Bang! Bang!
“Then what?”
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“Maybe so,” I said, “but I sense that we should let this play
out.”
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“What?” I said.
Li Li just harrumphed.
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CHAPTER 18
BUG EAT BUG WORLD
Gone was his “Fuck Whitey” tee shirt. In its place he now
wore another, which was at least one size too big and
featured the waving character of Hello Kitty. A gift, I bet,
from the Twin Wannabes. I sure as hell would never want to
be indebted to those two.
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The Golden Dragon spent the morning clawing its way out
of the maze of streets within Xi’an and onto a highway
headed west. Alas, traffic here moved no quicker. The
highway’s eight lanes — four in each direction — chugged
along as quickly as one of China’s many fetid, weed-choked
streams.
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Carrying your own gas made sense to me. I had seen few
exits, let alone gas stations, since we had left Xi’an. And,
given how slow traffic moved, who knew when and where
your tank might run dry.
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“Yeah.”
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“How so?”
“Really…what else?”
“Yoshi... Yoshi.”
I'll say this for Angelica. Her question had broken the ice.
Other students now joined the conversation.
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STRANDED
“Taoist, like, Kong Fu?” said Lulu. She craned her neck to
look out the window. Pajama Girl and Sissy, too, joined her in
trying to see the mysterious pagodas.
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“No way!” scoffed Poppy. She had a point. The steep rocky
facade of the mountain suggested Tink’s explanation made no
sense. Still, I was thankful to him. He had started a real
debate.
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“Okay,” said Lulu, “why, then, did they build them atop a
mountain?”
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Hallelujah! I thought.
“Really?”
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“Like…your what?”
“It’s the law, man,” rasped Enzo. “In China, anyone can
smoke anytime anywhere.”
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I didn’t fault Trevor nor his peers. They had been trained
to be timid and fearful of the larger world. Trained by parents
who cooked their every meal, washed their clothes, told them
when to get up and when to go to bed. Parents who begged
them to live at home rather than at a college dormitory, even
if it were around the corner.
Now, I could have said, “We are going to report the hell
out of this traffic jam!” But, following Li Li’s advice, I took a
different tack.
True enough, but our Chinese hosts did. Where the hell
were they? Not a one had joined us on the bus. Li Li and I set
out to track them down, with our students in tow. It didn't
take long to find our Chinese hosts. They were all huddled
together behind the rear of the bus. “Happy” is not the word I
would use to describe how they received us. Not that I could
blame them.
So, why, then, you might ask, would they sign up for my
trip? I discovered over time that they had three excellent
reasons of their own: One, it was an all expense paid trip to
see Western China, although the students showed little
interest in the place so far; two, it was an opportunity to
practice and improve their English, which was in high
demand among university and corporate employers. And
third, my trip offered the chance to meet and get to know
American students, whom they were very curious about. It
didn't hurt that such a contact might prove valuable in
applying to an American graduate school, which most of
China’s top students wanted to do.
Yoshi grunted.
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“Why, then,” Poppy cut in, “did those drivers say so?”
Yoshi shrugged. “You're gui zi. They don't need any other
reason.”
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“Come on,” I said, standing. Let’s see what Panda has for
us.”
There again was the truck driver sleeping atop his melons.
The giant statue of Mao saluted Chinese capitalists. Those
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It was easy to forget, given how erect she stood, the heavy
load that Li Li's slender shoulders carried in her overstuffed
CamelBak. But it showed now as she collapsed into the aisle
seat beside me on the Golden Dragon. Her face, pale in the
best of light, now looked as white as a Chinese death shroud.
There were bags under Li Li's eyes that rivaled those of Enzo.
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“Tell the driver it's okay if he wants to pull over and take a
break,” I told Li Li. She nodded in agreement and rose to
speak to the driver. If the driver pulled over and took a nap
then so could we.
The driver set the thermos between his thighs and then
hunched over the steering wheel. His bloodshot eyes peered
into the night. I felt the Golden Dragon accelerate.
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The driver blew smoke toward Li Li, and I felt the Golden
Dragon surge ahead. Li Li and I were thrown back against
our seats. I felt the victim of a coup.
“Go wake Yoshi,” Li Li said, rising again from her seat. But
I pulled her back down. I didn't relish calling on him to once
again bail me out. How would the bus driver — or anyone
else, for that matter — take what I said seriously? “Better we
handle this ourselves,” I told Li Li.
“How?”
“He's doing all right so far, isn't he? Maybe he does know
what he is doing.” I nodded toward the snoring Yoshi. “Don't
you think he'd be down here in a heartbeat if he were
worried about the driver? Have a little faith.” I threw in that
last word especially for Li Li. Truth was, I was going on faith,
too.
Our driver trained his watery gaze on the passing truck and
took a long puff on his Golden City. Then he hunched over
the wheel and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The Golden
Dragon's engine whinnied like a worn horse protesting the
crack of a riding crop against across hide.
The race was on, and I knew there was no stopping it. Not
even Li Li tried. She leaned back in her seat and squeezed my
hand. What else could we do?
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I'll say this for Chinese drivers. They could teach their
counterparts in The Mississippi of the North a thing or two
about reckless driving — and the drivers back home were no
slouches when it came to running stop signs and hurdling 60
miles per hour through a school zone.
“Come on,” said Yoshi. “Let’s see if this dump has any food
and water.” He led the students off the bus.
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HEAVENLY WATERS
As luck would have it, the Golden Dragon had rolled into
the next stop on our itinerary: Li Li’s childhood home of Tian
Shui. It sat about 2,000 miles northeast of Beijing on the
edge of the Gobi Desert. So, our days of sticky underwear
were behind us.
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Mao's grand plan for Western China fell apart in the 1980s
when his successor, Deng Xiao Ping, declared that “To get rich
was glorious.” Donald Trump couldn't have said it better. The
children of all those discredited scholars and engineers heard
the message and decamped for booming new factory cities
such as Shenzhen, Guangzhou and Hangzhou on China's
southeastern coast.
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“You can’t stop me,” Enzo said, jutting out his cigarette in
my face. “It’s the law.”
“Off the bus, true. On the bus you re-enter the campus —
where there’s no smoking allowed.”
back on the bus. They waited outside with Yoshi and the
Kims.
I stood aside and let Enzo and the rest of the students
enter the bus. They retook their seats as I looked on in
dismay. “What are you doing?” I said.
“Exactly.”
Nobody laughed.
“Li Li.”
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“Oh yes,” I said, turning back to Lulu. “Li Li had quite the
childhood here. Do you know what she kept as pets?”
“Dogs?”
“A cat?”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “The first one to find Li Li’s
childhood home today will win…a double bacon
cheeseburger!”
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By now Li Li’s pale face had turned red, and she was
scowling. Still, I pressed on. “What do you say? Shall we go
find Li Li’s crib?”
I led the students off the bus, where Dr. Kim, his wife and
Yoshi were waiting for us. No sooner did Enzo step onto the
tarmac than he lit up again. Lulu and the Greek chorus
followed suit. The Twin Wannabes had never stopped
smoking.
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“Well, What?”
I nodded.
I turned to look back at Yoshi and his group and saw them
heading in the opposite direction. Enzo turned for a moment
and stuck out his tongue at me.
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“Yeah, hungry for us not to see how poor she was,” Tink
weighed in.
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“What?”
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How were these new shops faring? The answer was writ
large on the faces of the shopkeepers, most of whom were
elderly women. They sat, legs spread, atop overturned plastic
buckets on the street outside their shallow shops. Their faces
were as rutted and leathery as an abandoned, farmed out
field. With stubby wrinkled hands, the women beckoned for
Li Li and I to come inside their shops. I looked around. We
were the only out-of-towners I could see on the largely empty
street.
Before these words had even left my lips Julio, The Panda
and Tink had disappeared into a shop. I followed them
inside. How to describe the look on the faces of Tink and
Julio? It was as if they had achieved nirvana. Even The Panda
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lowered his camera for the first time. As for me, two words
slipped from my tongue: “Oiy Vey.” That’s Yiddish for, “Man,
did I mess up.”
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“Ai ya,” said Li Li, pointing into the alley. I turned to see
Yoshi and Lulu about halfway down, standing together over a
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“Oh, man, you missed it!” said Yoshi, throwing up both his
arms in exasperation.
“A what giraffe?”
“Albino Pygmy.”
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“Not only did the Great Khan collect animals from around
the world; he crossbred them as well.”
“Oh yes,” said Yoshi. “After the Mongols fell, the pygmy
giraffe began to breed on its own.” He turned to eye Poppy
and continued. “As you can see, the terrain of Western China
is a lot like the Savannah. Today, they survive in most cities of
the arid West, grazing on garbage and living in alleyways.”
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Li Li pinched my arm.
“Where then?”
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Yoshi cocked his head toward the millet field behind the
station, which swept toward the horizon.
“The fields?!”
shorts and the red cap I had given him. Such a young man,
nearly seven feet and tall and broad as an oak, must be as
strong and as fearless as Thor. Clearly, Lulu and her fellow
students thought so. They began to pester him to try out the
bunker.
my feet Julio fell to his knees, gasping for air. His face was
green and his eyes red.
struggled to his feet. He pinched his nose shut and then ran
back into the bunker.
“Hao de, hao de,” they said in unison, whipping out their
faux iPhones, which had digital stopwatches.
I don't know what lay inside that bunker. Nor would any
of the students talk about it later. But for the rest of the trip,
they kept the Golden Dragon's plastic latrine spotlessly clean.
I guess, compared to the alternatives in Western China, it was
the Ritz-Carlton of bathrooms.
I would have to say, too, that the gas station’s latrine was
an example of how the most important lessons in life are
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“What mean?”
“You’re too kind,” Dr. Kim said, tipping his safari hat at
me.
Dr. Kim slowly lowered his legs and stood up. There was
gravel embedded in the skin of his pate. For his next trick, Dr.
Kim raised one leg high overhead while pointing one arm
straight as an arrow out in front of him. Next he bent that
outstretched leg behind his head.
Sissy peeled away from Enzo and walked over to Dr. Kim.
“Can you teach me how to do that?” she asked.
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Only Enzo and the Twin Wannabes sat out the yoga
sessions, and they struggled to keep up with the rest of the
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Now I tried to sleep. But I knew the odds were against me,
given the jarring potholes and the roar of the Dragon's poor
little air conditioning system, which struggled to keep the
temperature within the bus down to a stifling 90. The best I
could manage was a fitful, restless dozing. Is it any wonder,
then, that I began to slip into delirium? I thought I heard
Bugs Bunny call out. "Ah...What's up Doc?”
Good question.
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“It sits within a new high-rise city built from scratch by the
government — and in the middle of nowhere — no less.”
He had me there.
seed shell to be seen. Yes, this new city had everything you’d
want, except for one thing: People. The only cars I could see
were a smattering of idling limos and taxis. Most of the city’s
inhabitants appeared to be dusty construction workers, many
of whom now squatted on low stools around knee-high tables
covered in mahjong tiles.
The place looked like a set for the future tv series, “The
Walking Dead.” A modern glass and steel ghost town,
although there was a big difference from the American
version. Dr. Kim, who sat behind Li Li and I, explained it to
us.
Our bus driver did what was near impossible at any of the
three international airports in the First City of the Third
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“What?”
the room, sitting with his fist knuckles down on the table.
Then he began barking orders.
The two assistants Xi Dada had brought with him set their
big brown boxes atop two serving tables. Mountain Girl, Xiao
Bing and the Twin Wannabes stood behind the boxes as if
awaiting further instructions. Then Xi Dada directed my
students to arrange themselves at tables boy girl, boy girl. Li
Li and I were instructed to sit next to him, as if we were also
two of his students.
Xi Dada was the first Han to revisit this route in decades. The
book was one giant selfie, with Xi Dada standing front and
center in every one of the book's many photos. And this
before anyone had coined the word “selfie.”
My teeth tore into the meat. My god. This grilled goat was
the most savory meat I had ever tasted. Then again that
wasn't saying much. A Burger King Whopper had been a
delicacy to me as a kid.
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Once again, the Golden Dragon was rolling along the two-
lane highway, which now sliced through a sandy barren
flatland of low scrub brush. The heat soon reduced us to a
nodding stupor. We were all suddenly jolted by a cry. “Ba che
ting yi xia!.”
While it wasn't in his coffee table book, this was the image
of Xi Dada my students would long cherish. Indeed, when we
returned home, I found Xi Dada’s flabby white ass posted
from Facebook to Instagram. Who says social media can’t be
a force for good?
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CAVE OF A THOUSAND DEMONS
The Golden Dragon pulled into the national park that now
held this 2,000-year-old Buddhist shrine. It sat somewhere
within this lush green oasis, which was surrounded by arid
scrubland and desert. A jagged line of pastel red, green and
blue cliffs towered a thousand feet or so over the forest
canopy. “Spectacular,” I murmured, craning my neck to see
the cliffs. I nudged Li Li to do the same, but something else
grabbed her attention. She shook her head, and pointed. “No
good.”
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white tent. Atop the tent beamed a neon sign that said, in
English and Chinese: “Souvenirs.”
“Please,” I said.
“Ai ya, look,” said Li Li, pointing down the cliff. Dr. Kim
and I joined Li Li in peering down. What we saw wasn’t
encouraging. Lulu stood frozen about halfway up the cliff.
She stared down through the wooden slats of the stairway,
clutching the rope bannister with both hands.
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The last three to reach our ledge were the Twin Wannabes
and Enzo. All three were gasping for air. Sweat drenched
Enzo's new Mao cap. His raccoon eyes pierced me like a
dagger — as if it was my idea, not Yoshi's, to scale the cliff.
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I didn’t believe her. The more I thought about it, the more
“hillbilly” seemed an apt term for Wen Chang. Taoist gods,
who, like their Greek counterparts, loved to wander among
mortals — especially the poor — and partake in earthly
pleasures such as strong drink and rich food. Nothing would
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“Like, shut up, will ya!” she cried. “You are so annoying.”
“What?” I asked.
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Before Yoshi could answer, Lulu rushed into the cave. The
other students quickly followed her inside. Li Li did, too. I,
however, lingered outside, eying Yoshi. I had to hand it to
him. He’d made damn fine use of his pygmy giraffe.
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THE DALAI LAMA IS NOT A NAZI
“Li Li.”
“Now, why would she say that?” That’s what I said, but of
course I suspected why she might.
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Li Li beamed proudly.
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“Bad.”
“Yes, but....”
“Not on this trip,” I shot back. “If it’s okay with the
university it’s okay with me.”
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“Mainly yak butter but there's also some tea leaves and
salt.”
He smiled.
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Tink nodded as if, indeed, this were true. But the girls
were having none of it. “Really!?” said Lulu. “I think he's
kinda cute. I mean, all those adorable orange and red robes.”
The Greek choir nodded in agreement.
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“That fairy?”
You could hear a pin drop. Not even Enzo snickered. This
was a generation that hated haters. And “fairy” was a term
they detested. Yoshi was in danger of losing his audience. Did
he realize this?
“What?” said Poppy. The word “Nazi” hit her and the other
students like a slap in the face. Even Enzo's glassy gaze
sharpened.
“How so?”
My gaze sought out Dr. Kim, but this time he didn't rise to
make peace. Instead, he only looked on with a bemused
smile.
I wasn’t laughing.
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“Squirrellier…what mean?”
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“Exactly.”
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I raised an eyebrow.
“Trust me,” Dr. Kim comforted. “He’ll snap out of it. Just
give him a little space.”
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“Well, then, let me ask you this,” Dr. Kim said sweetly.
“Who supplies Mexican drug lords with their lethal arsenal of
handguns and semi-automatic rifles?”
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I snorted in derision.
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I floored the accelerator, but the car would not crest the
top of the driveway. Worse, the Camry began to slowly slip
back down. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I eyed my ex-
wife in the rear-view mirror. A devilish grin creased her thin
lips.
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“What's going on?” I asked Li Li. She and Yoshi were the
only two in our group who understood the Western dialect of
Kumul. Still, she looked equally perplexed and said, “He says
everyone must leave restaurant.”
Now, when the cops first barged in, I assumed that it was
for one of two reasons: The restaurant had suffered one of
China's ubiquitous attacks of food poisoning; or the
proprietor had failed to pay off the appropriate local
potentate. But Li Li's greying complexion suggested
something more serious.
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“Try me.”
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The bus went deathly silent but only for a moment, for I
exploded. “Oh, Christ, not this crap again.” Li Li laid a
calming hand on my shoulder. It didn’t work. “Surely,” I
continued, turning to face the students, “you don’t believe
this nonsense.”
For the first time, Yoshi turned his watery gaze on me,
which challenged: “Who are you kidding? We both know I
own these kids.” Then he set out to prove it. Shifting his gaze
to the horizon, Yoshi spoke in a low, gravelly voice. “They're
out there now...watching. All they need is for one of you to
wander off.”
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“What?” I asked.
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“Shh,” I hushed her. But it was too late. Julio, Tink and the
Greek Chorus stood up and gathered behind Lulu.
Her point was well taken. I peered out the window and
watched the deserted scrubland roll by. There wasn't a cell
tower in sight. Nor did I see anything high enough on which
to perch a tower. Not that it would have made any difference.
None of us had a phone with Internet access.
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“So what can we do?” Julio mused aloud. We all fell silent
pondering the answer to that question. Then Poppy muttered,
“Uh oh.”
“There’s a riot, and we’re trying to tell the world about it!”
Tink blurted.
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I wasn’t the only one concerned. “Yes,” said Dr. Kim, who
had come up to join us. “Where are you taking us?”
Apparently, this detour was not at Xi Dada’s behest.
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For the first time, Yoshi flashed a smile free of guile. “Oh
yes,” he replied. “Come….”
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“Look, if you don’t come and have dinner, you know what
I’m gonna do?”
“I’m gonna get my own book and sit down right next to
you and read.”
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“No,” said Pajama Girl. “I’ve just never seen Angelica with
one before.”
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the buck. They eat little, pack the most protein and crap the
least. Have you ever seen how much a carp craps?”
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CAN’T YOU TAKE A JOKE
Yoshi eyed the Twin Wannabes, who sat across from him.
With greasy lips, they finished their second trout. “Here,” he
said to them, handing each a third fish, “have another.” The
Twin Wannabes nodded with enthusiasm and seized Yoshi’s
offering. Soon, they were engrossed in devouring their third
helping.
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“Indeed,” I acknowledged.
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“True...why do you?”
Poppy saluted and said, “aye, aye mon capitain,” and then
dashed out. She returned moments later with Pajama Girl.
“Poppy, can you bang out a quick script for Fermi?” Tink
asked. Poppy looked around for something to write on. She
espied some brown paper napkins on the computer desk and
snatched them up. I gave her a pen, and she began to
furiously scribble across them. In a few minutes she’d covered
about a dozen towels with writing. “Here,” she said, handing
the towels to Pajama Girl. “This oughta do.”
Pajama Girl read the script through once quickly and then
nodded that she was ready to begin. “Today,” Pajama Girl
said, “tanks of the People’s Liberation Army rolled into far
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I stared agog at the girl reading the script. Gone was the
whiny, high-pitched voice of a girl who couldn’t be bothered
to change out of her pajamas. In her place now stood a
female impersonation of Walter Cronkite. This impersonator
kept one eye on Tink, who guided her through the script like
a conductor leading an orchestra. Pajama Girl’s voice synched
perfectly with the unfolding video.
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“Mostly.”
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“Me too.”
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I tried one last time to make some sense of the guy. “What
was all that nonsense about organ bandits?”
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Now, for most Asian men, there were only two kinds of
women. First were the ones you married to keep your house,
raise your children and fight with your mother. They were
usually kept at home and out of sight, especially during the
workweek, when you went out drinking and smoking with
your male buddies until the wee hours.
“What's wrong?”
“En,” Li Li grunted.
couldn't get Lulu to eat any breakfast, let alone spicy cold
vegetables. And she couldn’t pick up a mouthful of sticky rice
with a pair of chopsticks. Now here she was wielding
chopsticks to successfully shovel spicy pickled vegetables into
her mouth at 8 in the morning. Lulu, I realized with a smile,
had gone native on me.
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“Li Li,” I called again as I stepped into the room. Still, she
didn't answer but I heard a soft groan coming from the
bathroom. I poked my head inside and found Li Li slumped
on the floor. Her head rested on the toilet bowl and her face
was hidden behind a veil of long black hair. I had never seen
it unbraided. A sour smell filled the bathroom.
What had been the straw that broke her back? I thought of
Dr. Kim. “What did he tell you?”
Li Li knew well the place where Dr. Kim had asked her to
meet him, although she had never been inside. In fact, when
she was a child, nobody in her family would have been
allowed in. All branded enemies of the party were barred.
Few of these men sat alone. Most sat with young women
in bright dresses and big hair. They tittered with a hand
covering perfect white teeth as their male companions
murmured.
ear. “Hao, hao, hao,” said the waitress and then left. She soon
returned with a platter of what looked like some kind of pate,
encircled with pita wedges. “Perhaps you will like this better,”
said Dr. Kim, as the waitress set the platter down in front of
Li Li.
“Why don't you open it and find out, ?” said Dr. Kim.
“Here, then, let me help you.” Dr. Kim opened the box to
reveal an apartment key. He presented it to Li Li as if it were
the key to the city.
She did not take it. Instead, Li Li eyed the key as warily as
if it were one of the pet scorpions she had raised as a kid.
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“So?”
“It's for you,” said Dr. Kim, again offering the key to Li Li.
This was the first time I had ever heard of Dr. Kim losing
his cool, although I wasn't surprised that he would in this
situation. Li Li dared to decline an expensive, much sought
after gift from someone who was not only a respected elder,
but no doubt a party member, to boot. I wondered what the
Chinese word was for “chutzpah.”
pack, I'm sure she looked to him like any other girl from the
countryside angling for a step up the social ladder. Would
Mountain Girl or Xiao Pei turn down such a gift? The
residential towers of Beijing were filled with young women
who had said “yes” to such offers.
Dr. Kim regained his cool and tried again. “Surely the
Shangri-La is better than that ratty old campus hotel.”
“Campus fine.”
Indeed, at first, Dr. Kim acted like the wind had been
knocked out of him. But he soon recovered and switched
tactics, aiming this time to wound Li Li.
“He wasn’t.”
Li Li looked skeptical.
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WHEN PUNCH DR. KIM?
“No.”
“I don't understand.”
“I don't think so. Can you please just stay with her for a
night?”
veil of long black hair. But from behind that veil I heard a
faint, “No.”
To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure how I persuaded
Li Li to board the Golden Dragon. Maybe she did it to stop
me from blathering on. Maybe it wasn't my words, per se,
that stirred her but what they represented. I had shown Li Li
that, if need be, I was willing to make a complete fool out of
myself to prove my devotion to her.
and dump out its contents onto a low table. Enzo’s face
turned sallow and sweat beaded on his forehead. He looked
like he was going to throw up. And I didn’t blame him. If the
guards found a sword we’d all be spending the night — if not
longer — at the airport.
I was about to torment Enzo again, but was cut off by the
other students, who swarmed around their crestfallen
comrade. Even Poppy gave Enzo a big hug. “Here, dude,” said
Pajama Girl, offering Enzo a pack of Chinese cigarettes. “I
have plenty.”
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“Characters...and yes!”
“True,” Li Li assured.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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