Sunday, September 26, 2010
A knock at the door
Here, a knock at my door can mean many things. Maybe someone has a question or wants to borrow something. Often people just want to hang out and talk. Sometimes people have adventures planned that you are to be part of. Tonight a new reason cam into existence. A knock at the door was to tell me that the police would be here soon about registration and I would need to talk to them. It's China and things like this happen, so I just waited about 5 minutes for the next knock at my door. Outside was Eric, one of our Chinese staff, along with about 8 Chinese police officers. A few of them had their cameras and took pictures as I grabbed my passport to show them, they handed me a piece of pink paper reminding people about registering at the police station, and joked with me about wanting to teach me Chinese while I could teach them English. 5 minutes later they were gone, and I have another story to add to my What Happened in China list.
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