China
Early afternoon, feeling hungry I stopped at a roadside cafe. Not speaking Chinese I resorted to writing down what I wanted
to say. This was the first cafe, and this was my first attempt at written communication.
Chinese not possible speak, can writing speak
Fried rice is there?
? Have Dumplings
Fried rice want
The old man nodded. Mmm . . . delicious. Rice is great stuff. My tummy welcomed the arrival of food. The old man and woman, the
older brother and sister and their children, all looked after me warmly with gracious, smiling faces. Any feelings of
mistrust were quickly forgotten. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
