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.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

cranky

I think I am growing old. Now I am left of the place I worked for a few months almost a year or more, I am a bit sad really. True the Hokkien boss was not always nice but at least he was clever a little. I think mostly I am missing the students. They were quite clever too, often they are cleverer than the boss!

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