“Zàng”, I said!

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Mark, Ogdensburg, USA, October 2014

Mark, Ogdensburg, USA, October 2014

When Mark was a few months old, I started sorting out his clothes and giving away the outfits that were already too small. The impossibly tiny newborn-size onesies, the cute pajamas, the hats no bigger than my fist, the thumb-sized socks… all were in perfect condition. He had worn most of the clothes but babies don’t do much—they eat, sleep and poop. Accidental stains were cleaned almost right away. People say you do loads and loads of laundry with babies—it’s true, but all in all, you clean small messes. A stain here, a leak here, it’s no big deal.

I sorted out Mark’s spring and summer clothes yesterday. Holes in pants, worn-out socks, and mysterious stubborn stains on tees—yep, my precious soap-scented baby turned into a wild dirt-loving kid.

Mark seems to be attracted by anything dirty of messy. If there is one puddle of muddy water in the middle of a perfectly dry sidewalk, he is going to jump in it with obvious delight. He eats with his fingers and happily wipes them on me. He grabs the sole of his shoes, absentmindedly licks his fingers, then run his hands through my hair.

“Dirty! Zàng!” I warn as we walk past a garbage can, holding Mark’s hand tight because I know he is going to try to open the lid or God knows what.

This is the same kid who picks the tiniest crumb stuck on the carpet and runs around the house shouting “lājī! lājī!” (“garbage” in Chinese).

It’s a miracle Mark didn’t get sick in China.

China is dirty. I’m not saying Chinese people are dirty—that would be a pretty racist and ignorant statement—but the country in general is. Lots of people everywhere with no place to breeze, an overcrowded public transportation system in every city, factories spitting out black smoke, construction sites and garbage everywhere. Actually, considering how populated cities are, I found the country is dealing with waste pretty well. You don’t see garbage cans overflowing like in France, and there is no sewer smell floating in the air like in Thailand.

Chinese are pretty germaphobe. The newest trend is wearing an anti-pollution face mask—Hello Kitty and cameo designs are very popular—and wipes are widely available.

I wish Mark would have embraced this aspect of the culture.

Unfortunately, the first thing he was doing in the subway was to grab the pole—you know, the greasy and dirty metal pole everyone holds and no one cleans ever. Yuck. In the bus, he would run his fingers along the edges of the window—they would come out black. Duh. And when Mark is tired, he just lies on the ground, anywhere, anytime.

Not only that, but people loved to touch Mark. I’m a pretty touchy-feely kind of person myself—I don’t mind hugs, holding hands, that kind of things. I didn’t mind Feng’s relatives to hold Mark but please, stop stroking his cheeks, he isn’t a good-luck charm! And strangers did the same, they kept on “petting” him. Come on!

And we were out a lot, so washing hands wasn’t always easy. Most public bathrooms had a sink, but soap was fairly rare. I used wipes and hand sanitizer a lot.

In the evening, at bath time, if I could have bleached him, I would have.

By comparison, Canada feels very clean. Well, until Mark finds a pile of garbage or a mountain of dirt…


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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.


      • en partie… on s’en rend compte en saison des pluies où la pluie “nettoie” toute la poussière, le ciel est beaucoup plus bleu ! c’est surtout dû au sable et à la terre car dans les quartiers “résidentiels” où toutes les rues sont goudronnées, les maisons prennent beaucoup moins la poussière, ou alors c’est parce qu’ils ont de meilleures fenêtres ?! mais c’est vrai que j’ai pris l’habitude de nettoyer le nez de michoco chaque jour.

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