Starting to see China

Until eight weeks ago, the word "China" evoked images in my mind of something huge, shrouded in mystery and looming eerily on the horizon.

Before I flew into Beijing to report for the Olympic News Service, I knew only the barest of facts about the country and its people.

"They, they, they"-that's how I thought. It was all about how we do things in the United States (say, free market society) versus how they do it in China. I had an "us versus them" mentality with a clearly defined list running down opposites sides of the page.

I easily maintained that sort of black-and-white thinking when I was more than 8,000 km away from China. Back home, the Chinese were an intimidating mass of over a billion blurred faces. They weren't real.

But here on the streets of Beijing, as I've lived, worked and struggled through this urban sprawl of 17 million residents, I've started to get a clearer picture of the Chinese and their country - one that's much different than I expected.

There's Yang Guanjun, an artist from Xi'an, who moved to Beijing with his wife and daughter in hope of a better life. His shop is little bigger than a walk-in closet and tucked away in one of the thousands of hutong (alleyways) that spider anonymously through the city. The deep lines in his tanned skin betray the hardships that his wide, toothy smile tries to hide as I buy his watercolors.

Cindy (many Chinese use Western names when conversing with foreigners) is a graduate student who looks far too youthful to be 25 years old. She loves playing ping-pong with her friends and even teaches me how to hold a paddle correctly, giggling lightly every time I swing and miss at another return from her nasty backhand.

I met Zheng Wei at a cafeteria. He helped me, unasked, to recharge a pre-paid meal card. We ate breakfast together afterward and he asked many questions about the United States, what kind of place I was from and what the universities were like. Then he asked me about faith.

"I believe in Jesus. I believe in God," I said, trying to condense an entire worldview into two sentences.

"Many Chinese believe only in science," he said, trying to do the same.

"You know, they can work together."

"Yes," he smiled and clasped his fingers together. "Work together."

To me, China is still big and scary-I speak only the most basic Mandarin and have just seen a small slice of the country here in Beijing. But my experience over these two months has begun to chip away at the preconceptions I carried with me like too much checked luggage.

China, by successfully hosting the Olympic Games, announced its presence among the world's powers in dramatic fashion. Yang Guanjun, Cindy, Zheng Wei and many more Chinese citizens showed me, personally and powerfully, what it meant to be welcomed here. They reminded me that the people of China are just like the people of the United States. We are all individuals who hold feelings, emotions and dreams. None of us are mere blurred faces in a crowd.

So as the world leaves Beijing, ponders what to do next about China and tries to make sense of it all, I will leave with hope. For I've learned here that it's possible to co-exist if you strip away all of the politics, all of the misconceptions, all of the good and all of the bad and just look into the eyes of a friend you never knew you had.

Mike Nagel, from the US

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(China Daily 09/02/2008 page9)