I worked amongst a sea of expectant faces trying my damnedest to hook the school’s projector and speakers up to my computer. All three pieces of equipment were balanced on a wooden desk about half a foot too small on all sides, teetering on the rocky soil that made up the front of the...
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Yesterday as we piled into the school’s white 面包车 to head to play some basketball, 杨效长 excitedly asked me if I was bringing my camera since we were going to see 黄河. The river is more than ten kilometers away from our village so I wondered why we would have to make such...
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There are several things to get used to living here in Houjiazhuang Village, some more subtle than others. The minute-long stares a foreigner will get from children who don’t know how to hide their curiosity is pretty much accepted soon after you get here. The toilets, the 40-minute commute to a shower and having...
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Last night when our cab pulled into 侯家庄村 we found the street that leads to the front of Guan Ai school blocked by a stage and an audience of dozens of villagers. An elderly member of a local family had passed away the night before, and to mark the occasion the family hired a...
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