(This is a humble attempt to re-create Google’s English rendition of Mei’s recent contribution in grammatical English, while maintaining the, um, literary integrity of the original translation.)
Once, when the Winter was two feet high, Old Young and Mr. Narrow Room crept out between the solemn plants, leaving Little Peas unborn. Continue reading Anthomania Revisited
When I was four years old, my great grandmother died. I went to her funeral and saw her body. It frightened me, and I wished I had not gone there. Continue reading Death
The next morning, huddled under my airline blanket in the freezing terminal building, I awoke for no reason beyond the impossibility of remaining asleep for more then twenty minutes at a time. Continue reading Not Going to Guatemala, Part the Fifth
The return flight from Barcelona to New York was, technically, much like the flight out: relatively uneventful, and marred primarily by terrible movies and horrific food Continue reading Not Going to Guatemala, Part the Fourth
Our time in Barcelona having now been skipped over as (like so much of life) fun but irrelevant, we come, as anticipated, to the day of our return trip. This time, my colleague and I were departing for the airport together, Continue reading Not Going to Guatemala, Part the Third
…And so, on the second day, I hastily repacked, and returned to the airport at Dorval. I took the city bus as usual, Continue reading Not Going to Guatemala, Part the Second
Once upon a time, now long ago, I made a mistake regarding my immigration status in Canada. Not, you understand, Continue reading Not Going to Guatemala, Part the First
Everyone knows that skin color can be a source of discrimination, but few people wonder about the mechanism behind it. Continue reading Skin color and the scale of discrimination
Just like everywhere else in the world, etiquette in North America is ever prevalent and superficial. Continue reading Etiquette and hypocrisy, even at difficult times