Cunning Nowhere

In the south of China, I have learned to speak the Hokkien dialect. As I am a red(well, pale yellow)-haired barbarian, I cannot adequately reproduce the sounds of a famous profanity. But I have taken it as my own. You need to use your imagination, my dear Hokkien friends. Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke, Kynings havn.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

settling in

Iö! Iö! Well, that is how it sounds when people here are lamenting something. And it is how I feel when I have to buy all that IKEA furniture, which is Swedish and not Danish.

I have been put up in a big flat in the urban land. People say it is small and laugh at it, but we do not have such big apartments in Danmark, and not even in Los Angeles. Not at affordable cost anyways.

So I am sorry I have not kept my promise to blog (in English, for my American and British -oops- English/Welsh/Scottish friends, and my Irish friends) everyday. But my head hurts to see many kinds of Asian assembling Swedish furniture in a strange concrete box for me.

I said something in Hokkien to one of them, and he was most surprised. Then we had interesting converse. Haha. He thinks my new workplace is a very good school. So I was right. It has national reputation. Especially among the Hokkien people.

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