Jun 23
The New Year of the Ox was heralded in Shanghai by silent shuttered shops and six days and nights of fireworks, often in the middle of the road with at least one taxi catching fire briefly before dousing the flames. One huge string of semtex was detonated right outside my sixth floor window at 4.30 a.m. one night. Apparently the celebrants (or perpetrators) were targeting the only “yang-gui-xr” (foreign devil) who lives in our old crumbling block on Wooloomoochi Road. Meanwhile during the da
