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"Stand up," someone prodded me. There were dozens of
people packed into the room, and those in the back wanted to see me,
too. "Waiguo ren, waiguo ren ("Foreign person,
foreign person")," I heard the explanation being yelled to the dozens
of people in the street who couldn't squeeze inside. |
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| I looked at them looking at me,
and I wondered what they saw. Did a child ever decide because of me to
study English, to bicycle around the world, or across China? I wanted
to think so. I hoped that just as I was taking something with me
when I left, I might also be leaving something behind. |
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