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Chinese New Year, I repeat it several times our driver, is like our Christmas. There are a couple of rules to follow. One, you have to visit family and relatives, two, you make gifts. The corollary of the first is a mass exodus that emptied the city workers, ayi , labor, willing to do anything to return home by parents and children. It is no easy escape, because most can not afford a plane because the train tickets you can buy at most one week before and many coaches "official" follow the system may go up and get in line. Then there are the abusive coaches, who charge money to do much more than the permitted number of passengers (many of whom have to travel by foot or by land) and not run into the police checks travel national and provincial roads, from a certain point in the same country roads. There is also a reverse flow, to those who can afford a holiday and put then on their way to the cities of interest (Shanghai, Beijing, Xian, Hangzhou and Suzhou also yes). The result is an impressive movement of human beings that you can afford only one, maybe two times a year, for China to stop "producing" has its costs.

on gifts is the golden rule and ruthless in this country: money, unless one has them. For those who gave them to the money, flowers and fruit (sealed in colorful baskets in which the fruits are so fake you look shiny and perfect). We get two pots of flowers from our agent handyman and a beautiful purple orchid by our landlord, who is financially well and visit me when I call to report a fault or a fault in the apartment, hair line with blacks licked on the one hand, casual wear-researched, strictly leather shoes with side lacing, not central to the shoe. Leather jacket and high waist bag under his arm. From our driver - with a slight lag due to a delayed return home, area Hefei (Yellow Mountain) - I get 25 eggs, assures me of hens are kept and cared for by his mother, and two bottles of clay containing oil sesame always in the region. This time could not - I do not know if as a matter of time, money, opportunity or other - to bring us the bai jiu (distilled spirits, or "white liquor"), but we will take him in April. Our ayi gives us two white rabbits cardboard hanging on the door. Our daughter was attached to tigers and it was not easy to impose the rabbit, now you - by associating it with the endless evenings of fireworks and loud barrels - an animal considered extremely noisy!

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Zhongguo Chinese New Year, the country where there is no "medium"

Capita, like me these days, that China is close to you. Or then I have to be too large for her. Overbearing and uncontrollable comes the need to distance themselves from this world, the need and the desire to give pain to stop, or even distress, to understand. As my Terzani this month, I have the feeling that what is around me is made to last a single season. Maybe I'm wrong then, and tomorrow I deny.

When you leave, she - China - somehow you are starting. Not with gentleness and love, no. Quite the contrary. Here is revealed in those folds and in those wounds that when the mood is high and life is full it's easy - and pretty soon - Not to see. Those creases and that all those wounds - a must clear the victims themselves - are scrambling to cover up and hide. Arms are stretched out furtively in rubbish bins to check their contents. However, arms, back on its feet until reaching the face, at first glance I would say a little square with the appearance, position, location of the person. Unsuspecting women in my compound. The vigilantes in uniform stationed in the parking lots between Mercedes and BMW, in front of several Starbucks, Cold Stone & Company, who pretended to take a tour of patrol approach the tables abandoned just to check whether the contents of cups and bowls.

The fault is now also inflation, the food, I do not mean much. + 10% in a few weeks. For the mass worthy of the name, a sentence of hunger. Jasmine or not, this would be enough to fill the squares. The streets of this country that, apart from and mockery of its name, the "middle" has nothing. You're either rich or you are poor. Or die of cold or hot. Either you or someone you're not really anyone. But also: spend or nothing for rice and vegetables cooked on the street in darkened containers of fortune, or spend 40 euro for a pound of cherries. Or pay the gold imported olive oil, or pay nothing for the oil extracted from discharges of homes and kitchens. But still less than the filtered sewers. No, you're China, in the middle you have nothing, not even in terms of feelings. Or you're innocently on your side, or you're terrible enemy. Or are submissive and acquiescent smile, or even see us. In short, you or you love or you hate it.