Beijing is a beehive in a dirt storm. I follow my recruiter into the officetel. She calls herself Jennifer. I don’t know her real name. She wears classes. Her English is poor. “You will interview.” “Okay.” “This is good company.” “Okay.” In the elevator, she stares at her phone. She turns it to me. “Who is this?” I look at the picture. It is her, … Continue reading Moo.
The preschool had a Christmas play. At the end, Russian Santa gave the students all a bag of gifts. I am sitting in the play-room as the children riffle through their bags. A small boy named H, who speaks English well, walks up to me holding a fake chicken. “Marf-marf-marf,” he says, poking me with the beak of the toy chicken. It is actually rather … Continue reading The Cock Goes “Marf Marf Marf”