Back to Beijing
February 28th 2008 The acrid smell of smoke permeates my nostrils. The tops of the buildings are difficult to make out through the haze. A man blows a cloud of smoke in my face as I walk past with my teetering tower of luggage. As the taxi careens around the curves of highways that didn't exist a mere four months ago, I scan the desolate landscape. The trees are bare and the ground brown, but at least there is n
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