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I received very little information about the city I was going to. I knew only that it was called Tianjin, that it was heavily industrial and that somebody would pick me up at the airport. From the minute I landed something didn't seem quite right. The trouble started right away when I found out I wasn't the kind of teacher they expected. They seemed totally unaware of it though, which just made it all much worse. The authorities who should have been watching me closely seemed to pay me no attention at all. Some of them, in fact, were so anonymous they were impossible to identify. It was awfully difficult, but in that time I got to know all kinds of people, the other teachers, some of my students as well as exchange students from all over. Those who did suspect me, my erroneous neighbors mostly, watched me closely but for no valid reason. I did some sneaking around over there, sure, but it's not what it sounds like. I was just doing some petty trafficking in counterfeit goods and trying to make enough money to travel during summer vacation.
Sometimes it was terrible. I'll tell you what happened in Building 55. I'll tell you about the garbage in the field, the mentally ill woman in the taxi and the murky water. I'll even tell you who died. Sometimes it wasn't serious at all though. I'll tell you about the syndicate I joined and how we bought a giant toy washing machine. I'll tell you about the international duck debate, what countries were represented, what the issues were and who drank the most beer. I'll also tell you how I encountered such unknown beauty over there it changed the way I thought of the world and my place in it. Then I'll tell you how two bundles of incense and a colorfully painted Buddha also changed the way I look at the world. It has been quite an experience writing "Broken English". I hope reading it will be too.