The former, and we presume the latter, kept his upbeatedness on display, saying that we must allow the chinese their anger and their grief so that we can come back together and do the work together that we must do. Well, i'll say how the whole thing's playing out with my daughter, 4.9 and going on 35 as her mother puts it. In chimed my 9 yr old son Nic. What I don't know is if when i walk into one of these new malls with dozens of these stalls selling electronic equipment alongside Mr. Ao, my Mongolian driver, is whether these people are looking at me differently than they did the other times i've been here. Mr. Ao says only sell some Wee Cee Dee's.
Bombs fall on people's heads and they die.
How weird is that, as my students put it. Hear tell that the Beijing Univ students urge the destruction of the MacD's and the KFC's. Hear tell that chinese management hopefuls bragging that they threw rocks trying to brain diplomats now applying for visas to go to prestigious American U's to study how to be investment whiz kids. My students say two things - 1. So right after sports day the stuus picking up the wrappers and filling their squirt guns and chasing each other, mostly boys, a few girls, and they're all delighted.