A particularly eerie corner in the house.
Chinese bourgeoisie. We lost much of our land during agrarian reform in the Civil War. In many ways, the point of the Communist Revolution was to encourage the landless to confiscate property from the landlords - violently and otherwise. The idea of an ideological purge was cemented during the Cultural Revolution. Everywhere in the Chinese countryside, graffitied Maoist slogans remain unwashed. Blood on the walls.
Chinese farmers now enjoy some of the best social security nets and tax benefits of any other agrarian population in the world. Even as urban migration obviously continues to soar, a lot of young people seem to be returning to village life, bringing the things they learned in the city with them. A conversation about the past feels inevitable, yet it’s something us Chinese avoid so well.
I spent the past week in the rural Hakka village - our ancestral home, 30 minutes out of Songkou, which is about an hour out of Meixian. Hakka heartland. The area shares its name with the mei flower - plum blossoms.
During the afternoon siestas I taught my cousin how to play chess.
Damnoen Saduak Floating Market. This guy handled his boat better than most people handle their own feet.
Bangkok politics. Paralysing protests have stopped but the people are still angry. A bomb went off again that week. Here, some military cadets hang out on a boat.