Here is the preserved egg that I was offered by the Zhang upon emerging from a 2 hour traffic jam. The momentous traffic jam during which I first witnessed small children using pavement as a toilet. Wait! What's that you ask? Oh no, that's not the wrapper that is black. The egg itself is blackish-brown. I call it "brackish," even though I know that is the incorrect use of the word "brackish." Don't worry though, the yolk was only dark browny yellow. And I ate the whole thing...I was desperate.
In case you were wondering about the state of my apartment when I arrived...It was moldy.
These are the happy children that are posted on nearly every appliance in my apartment. Tonight is my first English Corner. This means...I sit in a giant circle of Chinese and Tibetan students for two hours straight while they shoot at me with their mediocre English. Stay tuned for the results.
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