Forty-seven hours. That’s how long it took us to come back from Beijing.
Browsing: Snapshots of China
Today, Tiananmen Square remains one of the symbol of Mao’s disillusion of grandeur, a huge square — the biggest in the world — dedicated to him, China, the “people’s heroes”, and jealously guarded night and day by the Party.
Last Sunday, we attended the Beijing Olympic Closing Ceremony. We left early, expecting a huge crowd: the previous days, we had attended a couple of volleyball games and track and field, and getting to the Olympic Green was… challenging.
Located right behind Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City was the Chinese imperial palace of the Ming and the Qing dynasties (the last two ones).
What’s the best activity if it’s 45C and you slept only 6 hours the previous night because the hostel was noisy? Climbing the Great Wall, of course!
Last Saturday, we finally got the chance to visit the Olympic Green. The olympic venues were scattered across the city, but the main ones were held at the National Stadium, the famous Bird Nest, and at the Watercube.
One of the first place I really wanted to come back to was Wangfujing, a huge street market. I had loved the atmosphere when I was studying in Beijing and I was glad to see it didn’t changed much.
The only problem with Finland is… Finnish. It doesn’t look like any language I know and it really didn’t make any sense to me. Way too many “ö” and “ë” if you ask me. But fortunately, most people spoke great English so we were able to get around without too much trouble.
I haven’t packed anything yet, I have just found out I have a hole in my sandals and I can’t find my tweezer but everything is under control. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. But my packing, that is.
Waiting two more minutes doesn’t sound so bad. We have been standing in the small — yet overcrowded — room for about two hours, browsing brochures about the latest Shenzhen fair trade and exchanging exasperated glances with our unfortunate lineup mates. I went out twice for a smoke, drank about two liters of water and read all the notes taped on the wall.
Something has been bothering me for a while now. Maybe it’s the one-sided view of the problem. Maybe it’s because I feel we’re witch-hunting. Maybe it’s because I can’t take hypocrisy very well. or maybe I’ve just been brainwashed my the Chinese as my friends like to joke.
But she surprised me. Instead of mentioning my laziness (because she clearly remember that when she visited Paris, French were less efficient than Japanese, therefore they were lazy – some kind of genetic problem that I must have had inherited because I was very French indeed – are you following me ?) , she blamed my English.
Sure, times have changed, most of the world isn’t trying to defeat communism anymore, since it pretty much killed itself. Sure, China wasn’t targeted as the latest “Axis of Evil”. Sure, China hasn’t been accused of fostering terrorist – so far – and no report has been made about imaginary “weapons of mass destruction” hidden somewhere between the Huanghe and the Changjiang.