was full of surprises. Chaing-Kai Shek's war-time capital still
retained a ghostly feeling of old China. Fog shrouded the city.
The buildings were old and run-down. Little nooks and alley
ways abounded. Steps seemingly lead to nowhere.
the hotel, an Australian drifter barged into the room. The traveler
did not know it then, but the start of an immortal friendship
was secretly unfolding. The Australian who was German by birth
My name is Klaus. What's yours? "
traveler just stared.
water-front was pitch black. The traveler could barely see the
ship. But the lights of the boarding dock suddenly appeared
and electricity just surged everywhere. It was, indeed, the
moment of a life-time. But soon he was stuck inside a cabin
with nine Chinese peasants who simply snored like buzz-saws
and stank up the room with a foul body odor.
wild beauty of the Yangtse gorges suddenly popped up out of
nowhere. The traveler kept shooting black and white photos as
a young Chinese engineer introduced himself. Wei's English barely
crossed the threshold of fluency. Yet, he recounted how his
father had been killed during the Cultural Revolution, but he
still badly wanted to see China modernize and advance.
Wei then shrugged and carefully lit his cigarette in the wind.
With great skill, Wei struck a match and pushed it into a match-box
to protect the flame from the fierce winds. He then put the
cigarette into his mouth and pushed it into the match-box. This
was China at work on a daily basis.
rotten food had made me sick. My head throbbed with a fever.
Could it have been the dog meat? I had seen carcasses of the
poor mongrels next to the kitchen. I had not put " two
and two " together fast enough. " They must be for
somebody else " I had thought.