Tag Archives: Lei Sheng

planes, trains and automobiles

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We only had half a day, but Lei Sheng made sure we didn’t waste it. He took us to the oil city of Dushanzi 独山子, one of the richest places in the country, complete with sporting facilities: And I mean awesome sporting facilities: Lei Sheng had a Taekwondo school there: Then we said our good-byes […]


back to the yurt

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Early in the morning, we hopped in a cab: The driver was apparently an MJ enthusiast: He dropped us off at the train station, then he vanished in a bubble of disco music: After a bunch of meticulous security checks (x-ray and all), we had to walk through a storage area: Somewhere behind it, there […]


secrets from the road

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Lei Sheng and I left the hotel in Kuytun early in the morning: It seemed as though everything and everyone was still asleep. That’s exactly how we wanted it. Lei Sheng loaded the Caboose in his truck and took us to Usu. It was the place where I had tearfully parted with her last. The […]


hiding it

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At around 10 in the morning, I said goodbye to Uncle Shen and got on the train to Kuytun. We gently rolled on, and the Gobi desert passed by the window: It felt weird to be there: A few hours later, I had arrived at my destination: Kuytun. The place where I had many friends, […]


mountain people

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Since we had nothing better to do, Zhu Hui and Lei Sheng took me to the mountains today. It was very nice and relaxing: I fell asleep a bunch of times on the warm and fragrant grass, and the rest of the time we amused ourselves taking pictures: And I felt… …like there wasn’t a […]


quod erat demonstrandum

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Mr. Wang showed up in my room again this morning. I was surprised, because today was a major holiday, and I figured he would have liked to spend the day with his family instead. But he had work to do, so we continued our interview. I was nervous. “When is this going to be over??” […]


life is like…

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a box of chocolates – sometimes you just pick an unpalatable one. … The phone woke me up this morning – it was the police. When I opened the door, I was looking at five middle-aged men and a police badge. They were wearing regular clothes and had stern expressions on their faces. I knew […]