02.17.06 – Yichun, China
For some reason, 6:30, even though I dread getting out of bed, leaves me feeling pretty perky in the morning once I get up and shower. Jeff and I head out the door with ample time to make it to the university by bus. I leave the apartment with my guitar and camera, while Jeffrey leaves with his banjo and a bag of fruit. Today is one of those days that you just know is going to rock.
We pull up to the university and, even though I should be used to the size of things here by now, I am shocked out how big the campus is for such a small town. We head into the English department. There is a cage that locks the hallway and the only reason Jeffrey has a key is because he has connections. Without the connections, he isn’t supposed to have a key to this cage, even though, if he were to be working late, would be the same cage that would lock him in for the entire night. The office is great. It is filled with books that Jeffrey made his students write last semester. He gets a little frustrated when he shows me books like, “the tortoise and the hare” even though the books are supposed to be original ideas. And I think I have said this before, but plagiarism in China isn’t grounds for punishment. There is no law against it. Jody and Sarah soon file in and we are all off to the main building for the first class of the semester. We decide that I will go to Sarah’s class for the first hour, Jody’s class for the second hour, and Jeffrey’s class for the third hour. And as we walk through the halls filled with students, I am thrust back into memories of walking through IU’s biggest class building, Ballentine Hall.
So Sarah and I head to her class, but not a single student is there. Both Jody and Sarah have the same class from last semester. So, plan b. Sarah and I head to Jody’s class. As soon as he sees us through the window in the door he invites us in. He tells me to introduce myself to the class. I very slowly say, “My name is Xin Yun Xin” with a slow motion wave of my hand going from one hip over my head to the other hip. I am sure to repeat my Chinese name using different tones until some of the students start to actually understand what I am trying to say. Jody tells them all about me and when he says that I am traveling the world, the class, in unison, let’s out a big “ahhh” as if they were watching a big fireworks display. I can’t help but laugh. They can’t help but notice my guitar. And just like that, I am asked to play a song within five minutes. Even though the students all no Sarah, I don’t want to leave her hanging, so we play the Bob Dylan song that we just played last night. It goes over really well and in exchange, the students sing me a song. It’s called “the lemon tree”. It’s the first time I have ever heard the song, but apparently it’s pretty popular here. After they get done, they want another sone from me. This time I play them “swinging on a swing,” knowing that it is pretty easy to sing along with. I ask them if they know what a swing is and nobody knows. I do my best to get it out of them by telling them it’s found on a playground, hanging from a tree branch, sometimes loooovers sit on it. And after I draw a picture of one on the chalkboard, they all understand. And what do you know it, Sarah even knows the song because she has a recording of it on her computer. So, she helps me sing. I feel more confident than ever playing my music in front of these kids. I think the confidence is there because I know deep down that they can barely understand what I am saying…and two, I know they haven’t heard any music like it before. The final chorus comes and the entire class is singing along. Afterwards I tell them that they just helped me experience a dream come true. And I am honest, it has long been a dream of mine for people in another country to be singing with my tunes…and thus it has happened. Jeff and I wrote that song on a road trip from Indiana to Virginia…funny how I am playing it in china now. The kids now have to sing a song for me called “China girl”. It’s funny to watch the only four boys in the class sing that song. The chorus sings, “I’m a China girl”.
After all the singing, Jody gets the entire class to come up to the front and take a large picture with me. All I can help buy think is, “This is great, this is exactly what I should be doing right now.” I taught these kids what the word swing means…and even though it may seem small, it’s huge to me that every time they hear that word, they hopefully will think of me.
The bell rings and Sarah and I head to her class where she hopes her students will be waiting. Luckily, there they are. Turns out that this class has the choice of coming to either the 8:00 class or the 9:00 class. Everybody chose the 9:00. So once again, I am introduced to the class, entirely made up of girls. I put my english name up on the board and turn it into an acronym. B – backpacker, the know what this means. R – random, they have no clue what this means. And just like that, I start helping sarah teach her class, and I have a ball. We tell them that random means, there is no way of knowing what I am going to do next, just like there is no way of knowing what numbers are going to turn up when you roll the dice. A – animated, they have no clue. I do my best to use hand gestures for an example of animated, and stand completely still and talk in a monotone voice to show that I am not animated. N – not negative, they’ve got this one. I can’t think of one for the letter D, so I let them. Immediately dog is shouted out, but I tell them that the worst thing in the world is being allergic to dogs, and that I better not put it with my name. D – dish. Sure, I love a good dish of food. O – online, they’ve totally got this one. N – nifty, got it. Sarah and I play the same songs, but this time the class sings “Swinging on a Swing” through every chorus. It fills me with adrenaline and puts a tremendous smile on my face watching the students sing along with me. I can’t tell you enough. After that I get an idea in my head to play an instrumental song that I have, and to have the students tell me words, feelings, images, that pop into their head when they hear it. It’s a folky song with an upbeat tempo, using the happy chords of G, F, and C. I pass around my journal and have each student write their thought down. Here are some of the better (funnier) ones I receive: “relax, play together happily, play near the sea, two lovers travel together by bike, play on festivals, children play balloon, a child is excepting his mother’s embrace”. And these are word for word, no typos here. And also, one of the girls drew a picture of me with the caption, “I can play,” and a picture of her with the caption,” I can dance, marry me ok?” I couldn’t be more flattered. I give the class a great big goodbye and I am sad that I am leaving them. It was only 45 minutes, but I had such a great time and really felt a connection with them.
Now, it is time for Jeffrey’s class. I am excited because as of now, I have had two classes to find out which jokes work and which ones don’t register with them. Also, I know that we are going to play the fruit song and that it is going to be a blast. So, first things first, I write my name into an acronym, using the same exact words, yet I still ask the students for help on the letter D. After much debate someone yells out “dirty” and I jump at it. I tell them that I have been wearing the same pair of unwashed jeans for a week now and that I am definitely dirty.
Irene sits in the back of the class and it’s great to watch her laugh so hard at our performance. Jeffrey coordinates the class and I can immediately see that any student would love to have Jeffrey as a teacher. He’s freaking hilarious. Sometimes I can’t stop laughing, especially when we sing “feeling fruity.” This is the same song we tried teaching to the middle schoolers, but had trouble. This class has no trouble, especially with participating. The moment we offer a piece of fruit in exchange for singing up front, their hands go straight to the sky as if money were falling from trees. The kids sing along and the best party of the performance comes during oranges. The oranges that jeffrey bought are roughly the size of a ping pong ball and he takes them by the handful and tosses them out to the students. Irene sits in the back cracking up. How great. Every once in a while the door will just fling open out of nowhere from the wind. This act only helps to enhance the random nature of all the fun that is being had in this class. I do the same instrumental activity and try to conjure up some ideas from the students. Jeff and I have a great time and I feel we make a pretty good combo as teaching. These freshman are lucky to have him.
Class is dismissed and Irene asks us to pay her english class a visit next. Jeff and I head in and this time it’s a class filled with all boys. This is the first class I have seen today that hasn’t been an overwhelming majority of girls. Naturally, Jeff and I whip our the banjo and guitar and play a funny song we wrote called “Yer in the south”. Surely nobody understood a single word because we sing it rather fast, but still, they surely enjoyed the music. Next, we sing the song we wrote in Vietnamese. Then a song about Vietnam, which is rather bluesy, so Jeffrey has to put down his banjo. We start playing and Jeffrey starts dancing all around and making the large theatrical displays with his hands that could win him a karaoke contest any day of the week. I can’t help buy laugh so hard that my cheeks actually start to hurt. Honest. We have such a great time. We give them a little taste of “Country Roads” which we are sure they know. Finally, we wave goodbye and head back to Jeffrey’s apartment.
We get a little lunch and just before dinner time Jody comes down and asks us to play basketball with his cook’s son. He is likely just getting into 6th grade is my guess. He’s actually a pretty good player, and he’s left handed just like me. Jeff and I try to teach all the kids on the court how to play the game knockout, but after several feeble attempts, we have to give up. The kids just aren’t grasping the fact that you have to wait in line for your turn to shoot. In fact, getting your “change” after you make a basket doens’t seem to exist in China. I hit a dang half-court shot and didn’t get any change. After ball, Jeff and I run 10 laps around the track and head to get some dinner. We call Kobe and decide to meet him at 8:30 at KFC to head to play some pool.
We meet Kobe and we start walking to the billiards place. Along the way we pass a roller skating rink that has loud techno music coming out of it. We can’t help but look inside. And right in the middle of the rink is a large dip, in the shape of a rectangle, that allows experienced skaters to dip down into a 5 foot half-pipe. To me, when I see this dip, I see lawsuit…but that’s just my American ways coming back to haunt me.
The billiards place is rather dingy, but has that pool hall feel that the sport just can’t seem to shake. the table are filled with dimples that could make the ball jump and are warped and depending upon the roll, could be to your advantage or disadvantage. The first round is played, and the trash is talked. I take on Kobe and Jeffrey in a match of cut through. Only, three person pool is played much different in China. As soon as you hit in a ball, that is your series of five balls, and you must try to hit in your five balls, unlike the American style where you try hitting in the other people’s balls. And when you scratch, the ball is placed in the kitchen, but can’t be moved from the designated position. I win the first match. As soon as I sink the ball, we move to the table next to us….pretty cool not having to wait for a re-rack…and also what is cool is watching the man working re-rack the balls. He doesn’t even use a triangle, just the sure force of gravity. After a few more games, Jeffrey gets tired of losing and lets Kobe and me play. I try to convince Jeff that it is all mental. If he would only talk trash like he does when he plays ping pong and darts, then surely he would kick some ass in pool as well. Kobe and I have a great time playing nonetheless, and over the course of the game I ask him if he wouldn’t mind going to the train station with me tomorrow and helping me book my ticket to Guiyang. He is happy to oblige, as I am sure any Chinese person would be.
We say our goodbyes to Kobe until tomorrow and start walking home. Jeff stops to get a little snack of rice wrapped in banana leaves, I stop to get a snack of meat on a large toothpick. While I am waiting for the food to be cooked, a man approaches Jeffrey. His look is rather gruff and he holds the appearance of somebody who is going to ask for money. He starts speaking Chinese with Jeffrey and during their conversation I lean into Jeffrey and say, “What, is he asking for money?” I feel incredibly terrible for saying such a thing when Jeff tells me that he had to stop the guy from paying for my meal. Once again, that is just the American coming out in me. And it is something that will hopefully leave me by the end of my travels.
We walk over the bridge back towards Jeff’s apartment and along the way we run into a couple of students of his from last semester. One of their boyfriends pulls up on his moped and I tell him just how cool I think mopeds are. He then pushes a button that makes a high pitched, circus kind of ring. He says so confidently, “Sooo cool.” I can’t help but agree.
We walk one of the students home as we don’t want her walking home alone. Her apartment complex comes up and we say goodbye. And just as we are crossing an empty intersection, a moped, with nobody around, decides to cut us off, barely missing our toes, and says a nice hello once he is 10 feet away. Jeffrey and I laugh it off, until the man pulls over his moped, gets off, and approaches to talk with us. Please, don’t get the impression that something bad is going to happen because this guy looks like he couldn’t harm a fly. He immediately dives into the fact that he is so lucky to run into english speaking people because he is a middle school teacher and he wants to coordinate some after school classes so his students can learn more. He talks about making extra money on the weekends. and so just like that, a man who almost hits us with his moped, gets off and offers us a job. I can’t help but think that if a man on a moped were to almost hit somebody in America, that person would be irate at the fact that their toes were almost clipped.
The stroll home is a good one and it is one that I am becoming used to. It doesn’t seem like I am going to be leaving this town. I really don’t want to. But I have to. We pass the disco hairdresser, I wave and point to my head. I could get used to this town.
02.16.06 – Yichun, China
Today I lay in bed a little longer than usual. The reason much more than laziness, although I am sure it has a little to do with it. I seem to have an inherent sense to lay stagnant until I have committed to my next move. With five layers of covers gripped tight to keep the heat in, I gather my thoughts for the future while Jeffrey puts together his plan of action for the first day of class tomorrow. He turns his name into an acronym, making each letter of his name a positive, fun filled word. He asks me to do the same, which I am glad to do because it means I will be helping him teach, an act that I have been looking forward to since I left America. Jeffrey is undoubtedly a wonderful teacher. I have had a glimpse of what he can do with elementary students, and can only imagine how much the college students love him. He is relentlessly optimistic, almost to the point where you shy from telling him your troubles because you know that after talking to him, they will vanish, even though sometimes you don’t want it to be that easy…but that’s just it, it is that easy. Nonetheless, the lesson planning goes on. We decide to perform our famous song, “feeling fruity” in which participating students will receive a piece of the fruit that they help sing about. Jeff has the same class for three different periods. And because he didn’t have this class last semester, he will use the first two classes to set the rules and get to know some of his students before introducing them to me. And when I say he didn’t have this class, I mean that the classes stick together throughout the year, maybe even their whole college career (Jeff will surely correct me on this after reading, along with spelling errors). and the classes are labeled with a number in order of how well they do on their tests. So I might be in class 5, which could mean that out of 5 classes, my class has the lowest test grades. This would never happen in America. An uproar from the parents would be heard. And something else that I forgot to mention about Jane, Jeffrey’s old student from Changsha, and her job search. She went in for an interview to be a secretary that helped in translating. She was denied the job because she was too short. That’s right, too short. There isn’t a big enough American glass of water that could ever help wash down that pill.
So after shooting idea after idea around in my head I basically come to decide that if Thomas gets back to me, I will head to Anshun, Kunming, then onto Laos, Thailand, Singapore, Australia, then New Zealand. Of course I am also prepared that all of this could change at the drop of a hat, especially after visiting all of the embassies of the countries listed above in Kunming. I stay in bed, read 1984 and witness Winston Smith creep closer and closer toward the edge of destruction.
I hit up my journal to finish filling in the rest of the provinces in my map of China. I mark down Guiyang and Anshun, knowing that I could possibly be arriving there in two days. I also plot Kunming. It’s quite an exciting experience and instantly I realize that I am going to be traveling alone again without Jeffrey. Jeffrey has done a “whack” (as Jody would say) of translating for me and has really made my time in China a wonderfully easy experience. The feeling of the layover in Japan starts to creep over me again. In some ways, I look forward to the wandering feeling of the unknown, and of course it also scares the hell out of me. But if you have ever been through a haunted house with me, you will know that I love being scared.
Almost immediately after filling in the dot on the map for anshun, Thomas emails me back and gives me all the travel info that I will need in order to get to anshun. He tells me to take the “nan zhan” bus to Anshun after getting off the train in guiyang. He also informs me that he is planning on heading to Dali and Lijiang the day I am to arrive, but to not have any worries because he is setting me up with an english major who wants to be a tour guide. His name is David and he gives me his phone number. And with that email right there, it is settled. I am going to Anshun. Today is Thursday. Departure from Yichun will be Sunday night.
The phone rings. Jeffrey has gone upstairs to visit with Jody, so once again, I am going to have to answer the phone and talk nonsense Chinenglish with the person calling. I answer it like a pro, “Hui?” The person replies in Chinese and at the snap of the finger, I am dropped down to rookie status. I go through the same old method of saying “No meo jeffrey, buya Jeffrey” desperately trying to get across that Jeffrey isn’t home. The man on the other line continues in Chinese, with the only recognizable word, “Jeffrey” popping up intermittently. Just then somebody else is put on the phone. They start speaking more Chinese. I don’t say anything…then I hear the faintest chuckle, the kind where only air barely passes through the phone. I have been traveling with Jeff now for over a month and I am quick to pick up on the three little breaths of air. I have caught Jody and Jeffrey messing with me. I immediately tell Jody that I have been in contact with his fellow Amity Foundation friend Thomas, and that he, although he won’t be in Anshun, has offered to meet me in Dali and Lijiang after leaving Anshun. Jody quickly tells me that I should email him back telling him that I want to meet him in Lijiang and Dali. He starts raving about how great both towns are and that I should definitely go. I decide against making any plans like that right now…first off, I haven’t even gotten into contact with David yet, and second, I don’t even have a train ticket booked. For all I know it could be completely full.
I research Lijiang, Dali, and Anshun for a while. Anshun has some amazing waterfalls that I am anxious to see. The feeling of excitement is really starting to boil inside me like the hot tea I have been drinking for over a month now.
A fellow teacher friend of Jeffrey’s named Kobe comes to the apartment, as we prepare to head out to get a little hot pot. Kobe is from china. His real name is Feng Long Fei, meaning dragon fly. Jeffrey has told him about me and tonight is the first time we meet. He knocks on the door, and I answer with a warm welcome, “KOBE!” he quickly replies, “You are Brandon?” I tell him yes and with the enthusiasm that Jeffrey hinted towards he replies, “Whoa!…You look cool.” That statement right there might be one of the best compliments I have ever received. I immediately tell him that he looks cool, because he does. He has the face that hints towards a fun conversation no matter what the subject. Kobe is a great guy and I look forward to getting to know him over dinner. We get Sarah before we leave and the four of us are off to get a little hot pot, the same kind of dinner we had with Jane, her sister, and friends in Changsha. I look forward to it because of the guaranteed spiciness and deliciousness. As we walk outside I realize after the cold air hits me in the face like the cold air from the freezer does when you quickly swing it open in the hunt for dessert that it is the first time I have stepped outside all day today. Pretty sad, but hey, I’m allowed to do whatever the heck I want to do…within reason.
Kobe and I talk as we walk. I notice his large basketball shoes and we start talking about our favorite NBA players. I have quickly found that talking about nba players is a very common subject with most Chinese guys. I learn that kobe teaches at Yichun University and that he has a strong desire to travel abroad, even though gathering the money to do so is going to be quite tough. I am quite relieved when our stroll suddenly stops and we hail a cab. We pull up to the two story restaurant and already the smell of the spice is creeping into my nose, like the scent of a dog bone creeps way up into the nostrils of a cartoon dog. I get that feeling in the back of my jaw that tells met that the spices are close. Various meats, greens, and noodles are ordered as we periodically place them into the large bowl sitting on a steady flame. The meat comes uncooked. The boiling pot cooks all food you put into it. Over the course of dinner I find that Kobe likes to play pool. Of course, I do the usual taunting of my skills in order to entice a heated competition. We setup a time to play tomorrow night.
Dinner is finished and we head to a large, upscale coffee shop where Sarah can work on a medical paper and I can get a little ice cream for dessert. Turns out its so upscale that everybody at the table has to spend a certain amount of money in order to stay sitting at the table. We immediately get up and leave Sarah to work on her paper in an empty restaurant. It’s probably good that I don’t eat ice cream anyway, being that I have been eating very healthy throughout my duration in China.
Kobe, Jeff, and I walk home and we decide to meet at kfc tomorrow night, a good central location for meeting, not eating. We decide to head home early for tomorrow is the first day of the semester. I have to get up at 6:30 and Jeff doesn’t want to be tired for his first day of schooling. I do a bit of updating on the computer and before I know it, Sarah is back from dio coffee. We get to talking about her love for Bob Dylan. She picks up my guitar and starts playing the song from the tabs on the Internet. She has a little trouble singing and playing at the same time, so I start playing the guitar so that her beautiful voice can shine free without the worries of strumming. Jeff quickly runs and gets his banjo. We start jamming and I must say we are sounding good. During the middle of the song I tell Jeff to keep rolling, while I rummage through my backpack in search for my harmonica. I hand it to Sarah and just like that we have created quite a trio. The song is called, “Tomorrow is such a long time”. Itss a great song and a recommended one for the iTunes member. After the jam session, it’s time for bed.
02.15.06 – Yichun, China
Today is mom-mom’s birthday back in Easton Maryland. As I wake up I think of her and how I used to call them just a few hours before I would show up at their front door when I was traveling in America. It gave me the greatest feeling when I could just pop in to see them. What I wouldn’t give to call once again and say that I am heading over with a big ol’ birthday cake. It’s funny how my perception of their front yard hasn’t changed in all my years. No matter how many times I see my grandparent’s front yard, memories of my childhood come rushing back. I remember climbing the tree with my cousin and Tara in the front yard before it was removed. I remember how dry and crisp the grass used to get during the summer and the feeling of it under my bare feet. And the waves goodbye as I pull away. It’s always hard to say goodbye, no matter who you are…but the goodbye makes for a sweet hello in the future.
I go straight upstairs to Jodi’s, knock on the door, and get ready to head out to do a little motorbike shopping. But before we leave the apartment, I transfer all the pictures on my memory card to his computer so that I can burn them to CD for the future. Only, something horrible happens during the copying process and I lose about 80 pictures. My luck with the picture taking so far has been non-existent. At first I get upset, but after realizing there is nothing I can do, I pack up my losses and decide that I will just have to take a lot more pictures.
We head out the door and start asking all the motorbike repair shops if they have any bikes for sale or if they know of any used motorbikes. This process goes on for about an hour before we hop in a cab and ask him to take us to a used dealership, if it exists. He ends up taking us to the same spot that Cai Yue’s mother took us. I immediately tell Jodi to tell the driver to keep going as I have already looked here. We see a massive, Harley looking motorcycle on the sidewalk for sale and decide to just take a look. The price is way too high and the bike is way too big for my liking. It’s possible to get a bike for about 2400 yuan, roughly 300 dollars, which could be pretty cost effective getting through china. But this guy wants 8000 for it and I am not ready to spend that kind of money.
Finally Jodi decides to ask a friend of his who has traveled through china via motorbike. He manages a CD, DVD, VCD (video CD…very popular in Asia) shop. Of course I can’t understand a single word that is said between them as the Chinese words start flying. After the long talk, Jodi tells me that the guy doesn’t suggest getting a back for anything less than 10,000 yuan. Anything cheaper would surely be prone to breaking down. I accept what the man says as he is very experienced with this type of travel, and decide right then that traveling by motorbike is not going to be an option. I must say, it was fun to think about for a while though. Nonetheless, I still have to start thinking about my next move.
I head back to Jodi’s place and we discuss different scenarios. I decide against the great wall because the weather is atrocious this time of year. I finally come to the conclusion of heading towards Kunming, a very very beautiful, and warm part of southern china. It is located just above the border of Vietnam. This means that I will be heading west. Jodi racks his brain for friends west of Yichun and recalls a German couple living in Anshun, which is a smaller city located near the larger city of Guiyang in the Guizhou province. After looking at pictures from the internet, the scenery looks absolutely stunning and worthy of a good stop. Kunming is also a stunning place and the surrounding area should allow me to see elephants and the largest minority population in all of china. Jodi emails his friend in Anshun, Thomas, and thus my next stop is starting to get setup. I consider heading back to see Jane again in Changsha, as it is also west of Yichun.
This whole time after walking around with Jodi, I find out that it is his birthday as well. He took time out of his birthday to take me around shopping for motorbikes. What a damn good man. He also tells me that he will be in South Africa from June until august and that I have an open invitation if I want to come and visit. He even gives me a 2 rand coin with the incentive to come and visit so that I can spend it. My mind starts running wild as potential destinations pop into my head. I have a refreshed outlook on my travels.
Yichun University, her name is Hattie, invites us all to her house warming party across the street. She just moved into the apartment complex right next door and occupies the 6th floor, the top floor. Jeffrey and Sarah walk ahead of me as I am caught up in researching my next move. when I head over, I walk up the flight of stairs and come to two doors, both without any sign which would make me think, “this is definitely the place of a housewarming.” so like the old time game show, let’s make a deal, I choose door number one…wait, knock even louder, wait, and nothing happens. I bang on door number two, and still nothing happens. I wait for an elephant come bursting through the door, but nothing happens. Finally, just as I decide to head back downstairs and attempt to yell up at the window, the door on the 5th floor opens, and I hear familiar voices. Apparently Hattie owns both the 5th and 6th floor, with a staircase connecting the two.
and just like that I walk in and see everyone whom I have met thus far in china…Donna (Jeffrey’s boss), Jodi and Michelle, Sarah, Dayton (the teacher from Penn. with daughters spread around the world), and other faces I have met in the past. A large spread of food is set on the table and a feast ensues. Cake is served for dessert and Jodi blows out the candles. His cake says happy birthday crazy arab…in remembrance of the night Jeffrey and I came knocking on his door after a bit too much to drink.
After dinner, we head upstairs for some major ping pong action. Dayton, Jeffrey and I take turns playing each other. We are all pretty evenly matched, but I Dayton definitely takes home the crown as he retires early, leaving Jeffrey and I to play heated matches for the next hour. At first I win the first few matches, then he takes one, I take one, and we go back and forth until we realize we have been playing for an hour and everybody has left the party. It’s time to leave.
When I get back to the apartment I call the girl back home in America, it’s Valentine’s Day there. I have come to decide that whatever she did, she didn’t do on purpose, or to intentionally hurt me, and burning a bridge all the way from china would take a lot of fire out of my travels. So I talk to her on the phone and work things out. There is no sense in losing a friendship when I can’t even speak to her in person. Best to be sorted out when I return. And time heals. Thus, I fall asleep feeling a lot better about myself, as I have never been the type of person to get mad or make someone else feel bad, and because I know that no matter what happens along the way, we will both be happy to see each other when I return.
Winston, the main character in 1984, is beginning to challenge the thought police, and the plot thickens. zzzzzz….
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