It’s a country, with an amazing history where culture, language, family, medicine, food, survival, fun, life and death are entwined in a unique package. Like Fallows, I have grown very fond of the Chinese. I like their feistiness, their strong sense of family, loyalty and honor. Relationships matter more to the Chinese than they seem to for us laowei. And in economic terms, the Chinese get things done. I saw a woman haranguing a policeman. I don’t know why, but she was really giving it to him. I felt some sympathy for the cop. The particularly odd thing was that he was carrying a sub-machine gun. It’s the little things you remember. A Beijing hospital has been raising money for breast cancer research, sending out the usual annoying commissiondriven fund raisers to touristy shopping malls, with apparently mixed success, until last week. Amid controversy, so China Daily reported, the hospital hired several six-foot-tall bikini-clad models to brave Beijing’s Autumn.
They made a motza. Memo To Self: tell Mavis and Fiona about this for next year’s Mother’s Day Classic. A pretty girl in a local grocery shop I frequent asked me on a date. I had to beg her pardon – clearly something was lost in translation here. No, she said let’s go out on a date. I can’t remember the last time that happened, possibly never. Mumbling about my wife and grandchildren, I made a hasty exit. Another note to self: better find a new grocery shop. I was tempted to think something like: Brighty, you’ve still got what it takes. But on reflection I had to admit China is still a poor country. The United Nations is 10 years into a 15-year plan to reduce world poverty. In that 10 years China has reduced its level of poverty from 36 per cent to 16 per cent of the population, lowering it to second place behind India in absolute terms. The UN defines poverty as living on less than US$1.25 a day after adjusting for purchasing power parity.