Bird in cage in Muslim center one block from The Xi'an Great Mosque. Sitting perched on the branch in this small cage, I peer out through the wooden bars focusing my eyes on the street. Ah, how long have I been in this cooped up cage on Muslim Street. I slowly watch Muslim men and women pass by, without even glancing at me. The little, white caps they wear looking at the items in every shop.
Bicycles ring their bells warning people to move out of their way.
Little children with rosy, red cheeks pass by, laughing in delight in their green uniforms. I start shrieking in my high chirp in complaint. Suddenly, I stop. A big group of children are coming, but not just any children. They have different color skin, eye color, and even hair color.