This is the street I just trudged down for 45 minutes in the freezing cold. The vanishing point is about a third of the way to the small expat party I was walking home from. A taxi, a taxi, my kingdom for a taxi.
The party was nice. At midnight, we all went up to the roof and saw fireworks in the distance. Fireworks. In China. Now I’ve seen everything.
Happy New Year, everyone.
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