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Published: April 9th 2006
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Me at the hospital
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Uma visitante pediu pra tirar minha foto HOSPITAL
I couldn't resist visiting a hospital just a block away from my hotel. It was a beautiful old building and on Sunday, at 8 in the morning, I wandered in. To my surprise, it was very spacious and clean. There was a directory on the wall, and in English I could read endocrinology. I started stopping everyone who walked by, and finally an young nurse spoke a little bit of English. Soon, I was at the 3rd floor, where she left me. Now the trouble began: how to explain what I was doing there? The nurses did not understand me, and I kept repeating "doctor". Eventually an young doctor appeared and after I convinced him (it took about 10-15 minutes) that I was just a curious turist, interested in health care and diabetes, he was very nice.
He answered all my questions and told me the history of the hospital:
Rockfeller donated 45 million dollars for the construction of the hospital on the 1940's as a gift to the chinese people!!!! Of course it now belongs to the government. It hosts the best medical school in China. I was so surprised and happy.
BOOKSTORE
I ended the day
visiting the biggest bookstore in China and also the biggest I have ever seen. Amanda and I were amazed by the enourmou seven floors of books of all sorts. Employers formally dressed. It was an adventure in itself to try to find a book on Confusionism. More than 12 employers tried to help me, but they had no clue about what I was talking about. We laughed quite a lot but at the end, and almost by accident, I managed to find an illustrated book on Confusious.
GREAT MASSAGE AND CONVERSATON
I met a very interesting gentleman at the massage parlor who had been to Brazil, including Recife, Pantanal and Fernando de Noronha. He works for Conservation International. We had a great conversation while we were being relaxed/pampered by the wonderful and skilled touches of Chinese massage.
Portugues: visitei um hospital/escola de medicina, donados pelo milionario americano Rockefeller (45 milhoes de dollares, na epoca). Conversei com um endocrinologista por um tempao.
Fui a maior livraria da China, de 7 andares grandes, organizada, completa. Nas foi divertido tentar achar um livro ilustrado e sobre Confusious que eu tava procurando. Ninguem falava ingles suficiente pra me entender, e minhas
Me at a Bike parking lot
Bikes na frente do hospital tentativas de comunicacao foi motivo de muitas gargalhadas. Eu e Amanda fomos as ultimas a sair da livraria, ja as 9:30 da noite
Levei Amanda pra ter sua primeira massagem chinesa, que por sinal, eh considerada necessidade medica. Muitas companhias dao aos trabalhadores vales pra varias sessoes semanais. Como sempre, encontro pessoas interessantes pra papear. Desta vez uma Russa trabalhando na estrada de ferro da Silk Road, da qual nao sou fa, pois ira ate o Tibet, abrindo entrada pra mais sufocamento cultural. O que valeu a pena mesmo foi este americano que trabalha pra "Conservation International", uma organizacao de 100 milhoes de dollares, mas de fins nao lucrativos, que ja esteve em Recife, Amazonia, Pantanal e Fernando de Noronha. Conversamos por 2 horas, enquanto eramos massageados, literalmente da cabeca aos pes, incluindo dentro dos ouvidos!!!!! Amanda gostou, mas estranhou um pouco os movimentos nao convencionais.
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Ivo Piccinini
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Como vai?
Patricia: Espero que esteja tudo bem contigo e com a Amanda! Obrigado por me incluir na tua lista, assim vou aprendendo um pouco mais sobre a China. Até o momento o meu sentimento com relação a ele é de"raiva" devido aos inúmeros clientes que tenho perdido. Como tu sabes, nossa empresa aqui é essencialmente exportadora e sofremos muito com os chineses. Mas por outra lado, com certeza sua cultura milenar vai nos ensinar muitas coisa. Vou acompanhar tua jornada. Um grande abraço. Ivo