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I have been brought up to have a fear of Chinese people. My parents have always voiced an annoyance and fear about mainlanders and mainland China, otherwise known as everywhere outside Hong Kong. Our time in Hong Kong confirmed this feeling as general sentiment held by other Hong Kongers. Carry your purse [...]
Hong Kong feels so much like home, I don’t know whether to be repelled or find comfort. There is almost no culture shock having grown up in Markham, which part remembrance, part reimagining and a perpetual act of translation of the original. Those who didn’t want to stick around to see what [...]
I am tired, greasy, light-headed and sitting in the food court of the Taipei Taoyuan Airport waiting for my flight to Hong Kong. The old lady sitting next to me is posing for a picture with her chicken sandwich from Burger King. Patrons of the Chinese take-out restaurant carry bamboo steamers and giant bowls [...] Every Saturday, from the ages five to 13, I spent my mornings at school. Monday through Friday I was earning teacher’s praise and good marks but come Saturday I was the illiterate badass. My parents sent to Chinese school in an attempt to salvage the relationship I had with my estranged maternal language. In Grade [...] |
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