MY CITY
(video courtesy of the Telegraph)
Showing posts with label Harbin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harbin. Show all posts
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Harbin lightning
Two friends and I were finishing up a pretty pathetic game of badminton last night when we noticed the wind shifting and distant flashes in the sky. Being from Georgia, I was quick to label it heat lightning. As you can see by the photo, I was wrong.
(I don't know who took the photo, but I found it today through a friend's blog.)
(I don't know who took the photo, but I found it today through a friend's blog.)
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
That's not a sepia filter...
Just another sandstorm from Inner Mongolia sweeping through the city.
Photos courtesy of Xinhuanet and China Daily.
Photos courtesy of Xinhuanet and China Daily.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Half full or half empty...
Imagine this being broadcast to the citizens of Atlanta:
Due to water pipes being replaced and relocated, there will be no water throughout the entire city from 6 a.m. - 10 p.m. on Thursday, May 20.
There would be a sizable backlash. It would make the news. Michael Moore would probably roll into town and do a documentary. Maybe Al Gore, too.
But here in Harbin, it's accepted as part of life. Millions of people don't stop what they're doing; they just move forward with a handicap while acknowledging that the city smells worse than usual.
For this, I am grateful: Grateful that water was restored sometime during the night, grateful that the fine weather distracted us, grateful for the experiences in which I am deprived of things that keep me sensitive to my own culture's indulgences and to the rest of the world's reality.
Due to water pipes being replaced and relocated, there will be no water throughout the entire city from 6 a.m. - 10 p.m. on Thursday, May 20.
There would be a sizable backlash. It would make the news. Michael Moore would probably roll into town and do a documentary. Maybe Al Gore, too.
But here in Harbin, it's accepted as part of life. Millions of people don't stop what they're doing; they just move forward with a handicap while acknowledging that the city smells worse than usual.
For this, I am grateful: Grateful that water was restored sometime during the night, grateful that the fine weather distracted us, grateful for the experiences in which I am deprived of things that keep me sensitive to my own culture's indulgences and to the rest of the world's reality.
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