This is a first hand account of what went on behind the drab gray exterior of the USA Pavilion — a tale of greed, indifference, corruption, rebellion and eventually justice — written by one of the Student Ambassadors who worked there.
Over the last 6 months, I’ve been raising my half-Chinese child in China, his home country. Recently I’ve been noticing how they treat him: they love him too much.
I learned the Chinese word for deport the other day. Contextually. As in, “You should be happy that we are only going to fine you 5000 kuai, and not deport you.” I made it my mission to talk my way out of the situation.