when he picked up the phone and shouted, “wei! wei!”, I could hear the sounds of China and the heat of the street coming down the phone line. “wei, wo shi tracey” but he kept shouting over me – until he recognised the voice from England. it wasn’t what he said, but the way his voice was expressed through a large, beaming unseen grin, it wasn’t the fact that we talked over each other in unrecognised, incorrect words, or that we spoke for two minutes only. it was is the total undeniable, complete understanding of real friendship that was clearly recognised at both ends of a telephone held thousands of miles and eight hours apart. I am going back and wanted to tell him. I got that over. I felt the ripple of joy – felt
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