“It feels like winter all over again.” The taxi driver muttered when I slipped in the backseat. The overnight drizzle took out the edge of floating particles from the air. The breeze feels rinsed out, chilly and soothing. Getting a taxi at 8:40 AM had been a struggle. There are plenty of cabs racing in the streets in the early morning hours but hardly any one of them would stop to take on passengers, because the night-shift drivers are rushing to the depot to turn the car over to their day-shift colleagues. It is the same deal in the late afternoon (5:30 – 7:00 PM), when the day shift drivers return the favor to the night shift, an odd arrangement from both business and service points of view.
I had scheduled a 10:00 AM counseling session with a American young man teaching English to second graders at a local primary school. Heading out to the Counseling Center in the city from my apartment in Jiangning (a suburb of Nanjing) at 8:00 would give me plenty of time, or so I thought. With the taxi hunt and traffic jams, I barely made it to the Center in time. Continue reading
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