The Lost City of Shanghaï
I am sad for Shanghai, sad for what it is becoming, for what I have seen and would not see if I ever returned.
I spent hours walking in Old Shanghai, in the maze of its small streets, built from bits of brick and pieces of clay and stone. I met people here — real, everyday people, some waiting for their grandchildren to come back from school; housewives buying live ducks for dinner; children playing outside with makeshift toys. I shared looks and smiles with those people and never felt like a stranger. I also saw the destruction of those neighborhoods, replaced by buildings without soul.
I am sad, sad for those people. Where are they now?