Look, a foreigner! They DO exist, I thought they were only on TV! – said a neighboring farmer.
Those were the first words I heard as I stepped out of the “bread truck” into my husband’s hometown. They gave a pretty good idea as to what kind of world I was going to spend the next month and half. I was not prepared.
That was back during the Spring Festival 2006, and I still don’t know how to feel about people doubting my existence.