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Homeless for A Night in Hong Kong

I took the subway from Shenzhen down across the border to  Hong Kong with a Latvian guy named Rudolph. He called himself James most days to maintain the appearance of a native English speaker at his schools but nothing could really hide his noticeably thick accent simply because the over enunciated rolls he used with his “R’s”. 

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The Dinner Party (China)

I was teaching for a training center in China. All of the Chinese employees were rather quiet, reserved and, for the most part, didn’t speak much unless spoken to first. The fellow foreigners on the other hand, were a group of raucous bastards ready to drop anchor and smash beers and get wild at a moments notice.

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