All rise: there's The ghetto
or waiguoren (the way in which the Chinese call us foreigners) sometimes has its positive sides. I've already mentioned that all they look at you as if you were a very interesting (or disgusting monster, depending on who you are in front), also coming to get you pictures, no? Last night we experienced another moment of pure stardom, we are going to do some 'night life in a nice bar near the university here, and since we were seven, the waiter immediately started looking for a place to be able to accommodate. The most comfortable sofas apparently were all busy, so here is the waiter who then decides to move out three poor souls who were comfortably seated on one of the sofas. A no one gets our assurance that the smallest bench would go very well anyway. After I was ashamed as a thief, I enjoyed the brief moment of stardom.
Ah, the cocktail that I was served was delicious, and I managed to order it in Chinese, with all the right tones. Viva me. Before
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