Friday, 11 September 2009

健康和快乐比什么都重要


"Health and happiness are more than important than anything else."

The subject of last week's lesson from 汉语口语, and a topic that's come up frequently since.

The very first thing I did in 2009 was board a train at four in the morning bound for a tiny village in Lianoning Province. It's name is Ge Jia Cun, and my connection with it is based on no more than the fact that my comrade-of-a-female-persuasion's mother once met one of its residents on a train and as I gather offered to help pay for their son's tuition during that journey. All of the families in this village are very poor, but life there isn't too bad because everyone has a roof, a heated stone bed (kang), probably a television and certainly an allotted area on the mountainside to grow pear trees (which size depends on the size of their family). I spent my time there helping out making corn dumplings, planting beans, breathing cigarette fumes and trying to avoid drinking too much or bankrupting every family that hosted me, as they would put quite literally everything they had in front of us at the dinner table (by which I mean kang).

During the summer we were invited back again to attend a wedding. This time was much the same, except everyone was wearing their best, drinking their most and spending money they'd carefully saved for many years to pay for it all. Meanwhile even I joined in the smoking (out of respect for local wedding traditions, you understand - and just one puff).

Fast forward to September, and the news from Ge Jia Cun is not so good. One of the women has contracted cancer, and in this country that would pride itself on a state that cares, her family now faces the prospect of unbearable debt or unbearable loss. The hospital in the nearest major city (Shenyang) told her they weren't capable of dealing with it, so they sent her to what is ostensibly the best one in China - where they have now removed who-knows-how-much of the cancer (and they're at no pains to explain it in much detail) at a cost of 25,000RMB. They have borrowed from everyone they know (what bank would help?) and will probably work decades to pay it off.

Here's a heartwarming aside: the hospital that bankrupted her family also charges for food - at prices far higher than you could find across the street at a regular restaurant. Like the others in the ward where I met her, she and her husband had since the operation forsaken all meals save for one bowl of rice gruel (zhou, tastier than the word "gruel" would imply) a day. That which we brought was of course refused, and then reluctantly accepted.

Her husband - who without enough income from the pear trees must risk his own life working on inner-city construction sites for half the year - now faces the prospect of more jobs and longer shifts. And if his wife needs another operation? Her stated wish is that she'd rather die than get them into more debt.

So when my teacher introduces the word 社会 ("society") with the example "China is a socialist society", I almost laugh out loud.

Of course, it will never be able to afford a state healthcare system unless it taxes its rich properly - and judging by this article there's a long way to go.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

A change in the air

Finally we're moving into the best season in Beijing, which will last all of a few weeks before succumbing to the worst, and then the second-worst. As the leaves at Xiangshan turn to brilliant hues, we can all breathe a sigh of relief (or just breathe) as the atmosphere clears and the exposed Tsingtao-bellies are packed away.

Meanwhile preparations continue apace for the October extravaganza, with mysterious lines of empty buses pouring into campuses around the city to pick up students with nothing better to do, and schoolkids working through the holidays (sacrebleu!) so they can practice holding up tiny pieces of enormous Chinese characters. They had a whole run-through of the event at midnight a few nights ago, which rather worryingly must have meant a lot of bleary-eyed soldiers driving missile launchers up Chang'an Avenue - just one more reason not to go anywhere near the place for a month. "Everybody's going a bit crazy," said a friend at lunch today, as a security guard poured water into my glass in the 拾年咖啡, presumably because one of the regular girls is manning a tank somewhere.

Monday, 31 August 2009

好好学习... you know the rest

Started Chinese lessons yesterday under the terms of my new visa (I realise that makes it sound like a prison sentence). Me and 5 other clueless souls (he says to make himself feel less stupid) huddled around some warm textbooks coaxing our neurons into 汉语.

99% of the lesson is in Chinese, with the odd moment where our teacher (VPNTS*: find out her name) breaks into a mixed sentence that's even more difficult to follow.

Meanwhile, the armed forces and students of Beijing are preparing for a march on Tiananmen Square - only this time there'll be a pretty parade and lots of music and flowers. Yes folks, just one month to go until the 60th Anniversary of "New China". I wonder if CCTV will be outdone again?

* Very Public Note to Self

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Renewed interest

I've just returned from a family visit to the UK, where I saw much-missed relatives and enjoyed clear air, rain and other homely delights. While I was there I also found the time to take a look at my old China diaries from 2005, and a thought I've often had before resurfaced: that keeping a journal is important for two reasons:
  1. It will give you pleasure later in life.
  2. It reminds you of your goals and progress, and thus keeps you sane (though not necessarily good).
    *
Regarding the second part, here's the narrative so far:
  1. I completed an AIESEC internship for VanceInfo, which mostly involved teaching my charming colleagues English, learning Chinese, and eventually getting some technical work sent my way (as originally promised).
  2. I helped a number of companies with freelance IT services, and am learning iPhone development for a project involving Chinese training for students and schools.
  3. I'm about to start daily Chinese lessons at a language school in Wudaokou.
  4. I've traveled to 20 Chinese cities, several towns, one S.A.R. and a tiny village in the mountains of Shandong.
  5. I did some voluntary teaching (English for the elderly), was interviewed by TV crews twice, planted beans, got photos published in a magazine, went to a music festival, saw Eason Chan in concert, caught the Olympics in three different venues, got lost in the Confucius family graveyard, fought a hernaic fellow from Essex in Imperial garb, smoked and ate silk worm larvae with a factory boss on a train, experienced the joy of fire cupping, lost the will to live on a freezing holy mountain, been to a village wedding (and made a speech), saw a total solar Eclipse (partially), risked life and limb in all manner of vehicles and worn out umpteen pairs of shoes.
I close with the promise of more of this nonsense.

* 3. Narcissism.



Two places you should visit in Beijing:







St. Michael's Church on Dongjiao Minxiang, and the former legation quarter with its other surprises.


What? Bar on Beichang Jie.