The Mystery of Beijing
Jan 30, 2020
3 minutes
By Lakshmi Iyengar
Copyedited by Rebeca Toledo
The first time I stepped off a plane into a dry Beijing night, I was 19 years old, which meant that I had lived away from home only for two years. I barely spoke a word of Chinese and had only a vague idea about what it would mean to live in a new country.
In the beginning, I went on adventures in supermarkets, thinking:
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