From My Previous Journals (27 April 2002)
I am a tourist in the Forbidden City. It is 1958 and my father doesn’t speak Chinese on the weekends. They banned him from the country but forgot to take his passport. I returned it to him after the journey in a Ziploc bag. My Chinese is a bit rusty, like the wheels on my … Continue reading From My Previous Journals (27 April 2002)