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Devil Monkey sits outside of the bus station. He wears the same camaflouge outfit that I saw him in the first time that I encountered him on the streets of Zhongwei. One of his monkeys rests on his shoulder while the other two sit on the ground, their heads perked up. It seems that we’re traveling [...]
29 August 2009 | China, Hai Yuan, Hui, Ningxia Dinner and Sunset “We should have some ‘bao zi’ to eat. They’re pretty good in the restaurant beneath the hotel,” Mr. Ma tells me, rubbing his stomach. I’ve had plenty of “bao zi” during my almost 4 years in China. It’s a kind of steamed bun filled with pork, beef, or vegetables. The bao zi in the [...]
“Han or Hui?” Mr. Ma asks me again. I think to myself for a couple more seconds before answering. “Well, I’m in Hai Yuan now. So I guess I’m a Hui today.” I say it again, convincing myself of my own non-ethnicity–”I’m Hui.” He scratches the character down for “Hui minority” in the notebook. On this [...]
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