One of the truly crazy things about China – aside from the fact that about 10,000 barber shops seem to occupy nearly every inch of commercial real estate – is the concept of rules and laws.
That is, there are none. Or at least that’s how it often feels. Everything and anything is negotiable, from the check at a first-class restaurant to cost of a speeding ticket. It’s just a matter of money.
And while it is true that this concept of seemingly lawlessness does apply to a far greater percentage of the world than many realize, in China, somehow it’s different. Because here, if you want to locate a legitimate, non-pirated DVD, you simply can’t. Maybe in the biggest most internationalized cities you could – but not in places like Shijiazhuang. A city that’s virtually unknown to the majority of the world, yet home to over nine million Chinese residents.
Disembarking from my cross-country train and stepping out onto the plaza in front of the station, I quickly picked my friend Andy out of the approaching crowd. He was bundled head to toe in winter gear so I couldn’t see even one inch of his face, but his height – towering above everyone else around him – was an instant giveaway.
During the taxi ride to his nearby apartment, we discussed how it felt to be “back in China.” Continue reading »