Lest We Forget
Posted by MyLaowai on Thursday, August 9, 2007
It was like walking into Belsen prison. Everywhere I looked I saw stinking bodies piled one upon the other, in all manner of twisted postures. They slumped lifelessly against one another in utter disarray. The stench was overpowering – the foul reek of corruption and the stink of foetid air was enough to turn even the strongest of stomachs. The open mouths of the bodies trailed strings of saliva and there were pools of vomit everywhere.
I really hate taking the bus into the countryside every morning.
Wo Shi Laowai - Wo Pa Shui 
Rob said
Gooday. That’s well-written and halfway amusing. I don’t know where you are in China, but where I am, in idolatrous Shanghai, the early morning walk, before the cosmetic commisars work their spells, isn’t for the queasy either. The bodies are (so far) non-human. But all class of of other lifewaste is strewn all over the place, presumably the result of having been picked over, fought over and debated dozens of times in the night. The smell makes one remember – what? The destitution? Or the twin thrills of development- deodorant and fresh air? A braver man than I am will one day write a fine piece following the adventures of a local pile of refuse. It ought to be pretty soulful.
Cheers,
Boris
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