When I was standing in the queue waiting to board the plane, I was looking at a lot of people in the crowd, thinking,
“How far into China do these personalities extend? Because when they come to Australia… they change.”
It is like a snowflake; it is beautiful and perfect as it falls. Then when it hits something, like a
person, or the ground, it spoils, and turns into mush. So, it is a perfect snowflake in China, but when it comes to Australia, it just turns to shit.
I am trying to wonder, “How far back does this stalwart personality go?”
But I don’t like to think like that, because my impression of China is pure.
The author of Diary Of A Mad Chaos from 1996 to 2018, The Lost Years book, Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘) book series, and Foreigner (华人) an exploration of race relations in Australia. Fluent in Chinese Mandarin, Macedonian, and English, the author currently resides in China, Guangzhou where he continues to make comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies.