Today Zhang Laoshi brought me my green card, I now have an official little green book with my sick picture in it and so I'm legit and legal. Yeah!
Also this morning the Korean student who was making so many digs about my buying things came to my room and we talked. She is having money problems, though if she went home her family will give her money. I guess I'm not too clear about how much trouble money is for her. I think she'll be ok and be able to study here next semester. I was trying to think of ways for her to get some money, a job or a grant or something, for after school.
Last night I slept without waking, no mosquitos, its amazing. A first I believe. And the rain fell all night, so comforting and cool. There's a salamander somewhere in my room, I saw it first last night.
I've got my lipton tea with powdered milk, my Joni [Mitchell], my tank top and myself. She makes me swallow hard for home, for all that I don't know it means. I don't know why this album means so much anymore, the memories aren't what I miss, perhaps its just the past, all far away now. I'm glad to have fondness for those days in our dorm room, for singing, for snow, for a. was I unhappy? I don't remember, that's good. I think I was happy then, well-loved. And farther back, to m, driving in her car, smoking and driving and listening and talking. dark night rushing through the bright beams of headlights, rushing through rural suburbs.
Yesterday I taught Liu Laoshi the word "passion", she didn't know it, and such an important one!
We are all here, from Japan, Korea, States, all experiencing the uniqueness of being in China, a strange kind of love. I often ask those who live here if the like China. There is always a pause, not quite a liking in that sense of the word, it's so dirty, that always comes out, but there is something special, something about China that keeps people here, keeps them and me stimulated, enthralled.
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