About 10 million American TV-viewers tuned in as more than 70,000 crazy fans packed Bill Walsh Field in San Francisco. And then there was me, an audience of one in an empty bar in Beijing.
A Chinese soldier knocked over the meal a young Japanese nurse brought to him. "What are you Japanese doing here, you're the losers!" he shouted.
Learning Chinese is like exploring a Raiders of the Lost Ark-type underground tomb. Fire lanterns hang on tunnel walls, and between each lighted area is frustrating darkness.
"Sure. Terrific. Brilliant. Good plan. In fact, super plan. It's sunny today isn't it, boy, is it me or is it just hot in here or what? Have you done something with your hair?"
Part of the lyrics of a popular online song named Stock Investor Old Zhang goes: "Begin my job at 9:30 am, leave at 3 pm - I am Old Zhang, one of 60 million Chinese stock investors" In a catchy rhythm, Old Zhang explains how an ordinary investor feels about the booming Chinese stock market.
When the world turns its attention to China next year, a core team of foreign torchbearers will return the international gaze, running in the Olympic relay on behalf of their adopted home country.
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