Dear Shanghai, I really think you’re fantastic. I love that, in addition to the massive, throbbing pulse of humanity, there are also quiet, tree-lined streets. I love your history, markets, and art. I love my walk to work, the cheap, spicy street snacks, and the fruit seller who always shouts jovially and slaps me on the back. I really enjoy how there is always a mahjong game going on below my apartment with pots of green tea and lots of laughter. I love trying to find a pattern in the delicate brushstrokes of your calligraphy. I love how my students can play badminton and smoke a cigarette at the same time, because really, it’s all good. I love your convenient metro and how every day I see something crazy (like a worker balanced on a bamboo
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