I begin with an aside. But given this blog's appellation I believe it relevant. One of my goals while studying abroad is to read all the books I have always wanted to but never had the time to outside of school. As a history major, all I seem to do during the academic year is to read a lot then write about what I read. Simple but time consuming, it drives away any opportunity for pleasure reading. Given all the traveling I have been doing (and have yet to do), and the accompanying dead time waiting for or on or in airplanes, taxis, buses and hotels, I have realized that now is the time for me to read for curiosity's sake! This is the reason I came to China with six books...
...It is also why I now have 41! Wait, but let me explain. It's all these guys' fault.
Rampant around my university are these book-carts, full of pirated books. Before coming here, I had no idea pirated books even existed! These carts, always run off the end of a bicycle for a quick and easy getaway from police, sell English language bestsellers and classics, including what seems like almost the entire run of Penguin Classics. At what price you wonder? 10 kuai, which is approximately $1.60! I'll peruse a cart a couple times a week after coming out of class and buy maybe 2-5 books a week. I admit I am addicted but hey, my library is growing, and I've been buying/reading what some would consider 'literature'. But that is only because, unfortunately, they sell no Danielle Steel here.
Continuing where my last post left off, the first thing worth mentioning is a trip I took with three buddies to Xinjiang province over the National Holiday from October 1st to 11th. Xinjiang, meaning 'New Territory', is China's western most province and home to an ethnically Turkish minority group, known as the Uyghur people. Uyghurs live across Central Asia, including countries outside of China such as Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, and Uzbekistan, speak their own Turkic language, use the Arabic writing script, practice Islam, eat a more middle eastern cuisuine, so as a result assert cultural, historical, and political independence from (ethnically Han) China. (After spending time there I am sympathetic to this claim.) In recent years, ethnic tensions have risen, mainly due to Uyghur concerns of exploitation and cultural repression by the Chinese government, specifically its policy of offering strong incentives to Han Chinese to move out to Xinjiang - thereby changing the demographics of what the Uyghurs consider their traditional homeland - and the extraction of oil from Xinjiang's large reserves by government owned corporations with most of the wealth funneled to politically connected Han businessman and not locals. In the summer of 2009 these tensions boiled over into large scale protests, then riots and uncontrolled violence by Uyghur separatists, labeled as terrorists by the Chinese government (and the US State Department), resulting in the deaths of hundreds of both Uyghurs and Han, but mostly Han, though the exact number is not known due to a government media blackout. (In fact, after the first couple days of violence the internet was shut down for over a month throughout Xinjiang province and telephones and mobiles phones were shut off for over a week.) Having spoken to both Uyghurs and Han Chinese, there is absolutely an almost universal feeling of distrust and dislike on both sides. It is tragic, scary, and I don't doubt that violence could easily erupt again. The Chinese government shares this assessment. While we were in Xinjiang, it at times had the feeling of an occupation. The picture below is of my friend Greg, who we used as a decoy to take this picture because a direct shot is not allowed, and an armed patrol stationed on the streets of the provincial capital Urumqi. These outposts of Chinese soldiers were ubiquitous throughout the city, with some even carrying around shotguns or automatic weapons while dripping with ammo. It was a sight and feeling I had never before experienced.
I so thoroughly enjoyed my time in Xinjiang that I would definitely think of returning when I travel to China again. (I've decided to come back because I doubt I'll be able to make it to Xian and Tibet before I leave, even though they are both on my bucket list.) After arriving on a train from Shanghai - the trip took 46 hours, an experience but not necessarily one worth repeating - we spent two nights in Urumqi, at 2.1 million people the largest in Xinjiang and 'the most remote city from any sea in the world', then traveled to Kashgar, an ancient city of under a half million that was a major stop on the old Silk Road. While in Kashgar we visited local mosques, ate an obscene amount of lamb skewers, and met cool locals as well as some foreigners staying at our hostel. We left Kashgar once on a two day road trip we took up the Karakoram highway to the China-Pakistan border, with a night spent in Tashkurgan, an ancient fortress town. Below is a picture of Greg, Tom, Ben, and I standing on the Pakistani side of what is the world's highest elevation border crossing. (After this picture, we walked around, but for apparently too long - security was tight: we had to get special permission from the local police office in Tashkurgan to visit the border, along with further passport checks and car inspections on the way - so the Chinese border guard yelled at us to get back in the car. I sprinted maybe 15 yards back to the car then started sucking for air and feeling light-headed. That's 17,000 ft for you.)
After arriving back in Shanghai, I had a little more than two weeks left to visit the 2010 Shanghai World Exposition. I ended up visiting three times. The Expo and its mascot, the annoying Haibao who bears a strong resemblance to Gumby, have been advertised all over Shanghai since I've been here. I am not sure of the level of exposure that the 2010 Expo is getting back in the States but here in China it is talked about constantly. The government invested billions of dollars into its construction and any necessary supporting infrastructure, including multiple brand new subway lines, the bulldozing and relocation of entire neighborhoods, and thousands of more taxis. The Expo is to Shanghai as the Olympics were to Beijing. The Expo experience consists of hundreds of pavilions sponsored mostly by individual countries but also by international organizations like the UN or specific themes, like Cities of the Future. One observation I must share is that the Chinese people have an amazing tolerance for lines. Given that this Expo broke the record for highest attendance, beating Osaka 1970, I should have expected it, but gosh, waiting 9 hours in line to see the world's largest IMAX at the Saudi Arabia pavilion? Not worth it to me. (Luckily, I was able to get into VIP entrances at a few pavilions, mostly the European ones, by flashing my student ID card that I got over the summer from Copenhagen University. Turns out all the Scandinavian countries had a mutual entrance policy so I got into Finland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden without a wait. For those who had to stand in lines, the cumulative wait time would have been close to 10 hours!) I could say a lot more, but I'll stick to the highlights, which will consist of three pictures with commentary.
This is a picture of me outside the China pavilion. Architecturally, it was beautiful, especially at night with all the lights on. Per Expo regulations, China had the largest pavilion by far. Incidentally, just next to the China pavilion was Taiwan's, which was way smaller and aestically dominated by its mainland cousin. Any symbolism there?
Where did I take this picture? Ding ding ding, the North Korean pavilion is correct! No joke. The pavilion consisted of a large photo-shopped picture of a sparkling Pyongyang, a stone bridge over what was supposed to be a creek but in reality was just a painted blue floor, then a gift shop where one could buy various pieces of propaganda literature and North Korean flags. Since the goods were actually produced in the DPRK, I decided to buy some and add to their measly GDP, possibly thereby negligibly raising the living standard but more likely fueling Kim Jong-Il's Hennessey habit.
This came from the same pavilion. Projected onto three TV running on the walls behind the gift shop counter was a preview of the DVD that was being sold called, something along the lines of, "A Night with the Pyongyang Symphony." It seemed boring and not worth watching/buying until this lady came out from the orchestra pit, dressed in her Army uniform, and began shredding on her guitar. No doubt it was a bizarre sight. I now regret not purchasing that DVD.
This came from the pavilion right next door to North Korea's, Iran's. (These two pavilions were tucked into the farthest corner of the Expo site, essentially isolated from the rest of the world's pavilions. Again, the symbolism was heavy.) Iran's was fairly tame, consisting mostly of pictures of Ahmadinejad and Khameini, and a display of rugs that were outrageously priced. Walking through, I was rather unimpressed and about ready to get out until I saw this and had to do a double take. It is a scale model of the nuclear enrichment plant. The sign next to it extolled the advanced technology of the Iranian state. There was no attempt to hide its nuclear capabilities, instead it blatantly bragged. (Afterwards, a friend and I got into the Israel pavilion - all my friend had to do to get in was to say he was an American Jew; the line we cut was over two hours long - and mentioned what we had just seen to one of the Israelis working. She said that when she walked into the Iranian pavilion and saw it, her heart stopped she was so shocked.) This display solidified in my mind that there is no way Iran will willingly give up its nuclear program. Evidently it is a point of pride for their country. Given that no country, and I'm definitely including the United States in this, has the political, military, and economic resources to coerce the Iranians into giving it up, we all better get used to a nuclear armed Iran.
The next few weeks went by fast, as has most of my time in this program, and were marked by the visits of my older sister Stina, who had been on a tour of China, and my parents, who came for my 21st birthday. Seeing them was of course enjoyable, and I have really been very lucky to have had the chance to meet members family in Denmark previously, China recently, and Israel in the future, for both Stina and my parents have now committed to visiting next semester.
From November 4th to 7th, I went with a group of friends to the city of Qingdao (Tsingtao), which you may know through their locally produced beer called, well, "Tsingtao". We of course visited the brewery. The tour was really excellent, and their beer turns out to have a very interesting history. The brewery was founded by the German administrators who ran Qingdao as a concession during the 19th century, meaning that for a few decades Qingdao was actually a German territory - it had been been wrested by the Kaiser away from the Qing emperor due to its strategic port location. At the time of its creation, it was the first and only brewery in all of China. The town was then taken over by the Japanese during World War I, and the brewery with it. They kept the traditional pilsner and dark beer but also added a Japanese beer variety known as Asahi, which is still sold here in China. The Chinese regained control of the city - and therefore the brewery - as a part of the Treaty of Versailles. Tsingtao Brewery was run as a private company until 'Liberation' in 1949 when it was nationalized by the communist government. Prior to China's economic opening to the world, Tsingtao was one of the few permitted exports, and for the period from 1949-1979 accounted for over 90%(!) of China's total exports.
Within China, besides its beer, Qingdao is also known for its beaches. I was therefore determined to at least spend some time lounging a la playa. I did get my chance, but the weather did not cooperate. I was in pants and a long sleeve shirt with a heavy jacket on top and still I was shivering. I stuck it out though, lasting for over half an hour, reading a book. It was two in the afternoon on a sunny day but evidently the heavy pollution (just look at the background of this picture below) wasn't letting enough rays through.
Disappointing, but whatever I can say I did it. After this whole beach episode, the group I was with decided to visit the People's Liberation Army Naval Museum, which included decommissioned submarines, destroyers, tanks, missiles, and torpedo boats. All of these were open and explorable, even the submarine. Awesome, huh? It even had Korea War-era fighter jets that had fought and shot down American fighters. It's kinda a weird feeling to read the information plaques lauding the heroics of their pilots, but hey that was almost 60 years ago and things are different now. (Aren't they? I hope.) I know that concerns on China's militarization are frequently voiced in the news but this museum really showed me why China is upgrading their military equipment. In the most telling example, one of the destroyers I walked around was built in 1936 in the USSR and given to the Chinese navy. This ship was not decommissioned until 1996! If I was China and had the wealth, I too would be trying to bring my military into the 21st century, let alone the post-World War II era. I'm sure across the Chinese military there are more cases of hopelessly outdated technologies still in use so we in the West ought to set our paranoia aside and rest a little more easily. (Though I do understand that a large part of the worry stems from the fact that China hides its military expenditures, yada yada yada...)
Well this post has run quite long, and I still have more things to talk about, but perhaps I ought to save them for conversation or solitary reminiscing. If you've read this far, good on you! I hope it was worth it.
Books - Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
"It's curious," he went on after a little pause, "to read what people in the time of Our Ford used to write about scientific progress. They seemed to have imagined that it could be allowed to go on indefinitely, regardless of everything else. Knowledge was the highest good, truth the supreme value; all the rest was secondary and subordinate. True, ideas were beginning to change even then. Our Ford himself did a great deal to shift the emphasis from truth and beauty to comfort and happiness. Mass production demanded the shift. Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning; truth and beauty can't. And, of course, whenever the masses seized political power, then it was happiness rather than truth and beauty that mattered...People were ready to have even their appetites controlled then. Anything for a quiet life. We've gone on controlling ever since. It hasn't been very good for truth, of course. But it's been very good for happiness. One can't have something for nothing. Happiness has got to be paid for."
Music - Evil Boy by Die Antwoord
People - Stanislav Petrov: the unknown hero who saved the world from nuclear annihilation