Chongqing Subway

“Don’t take a taxi.” the girl at the hostel said. “They can tell you’re not from around here.” “But I’m Chinese too,” I said. “But you’re not from here. Your skin, the way you dress, the way you walk. And then you open your mouth and you’re definitely not from here.”

Home Sweet Chicago

Beijing was beautiful that day. The sky was a disconcerting blue, and the Blade Runner-esque skyscrapers were actually visible. The late summer sun formed streaks of sweat down our necks and a dryness in our throats. It glowed through the white curtains of the mercifully air conditioned expat apartment –professionally cleaned twice a week, I was […]