Busman's Holiday | ChinaFile
The train from the old Kowloon station rumbled as it passed the Chinese border fence on its way to Canton and came to a lurching halt. It was a late summer day in 1981; I was thirty-two years old and now, as I reflected with deep satisfaction, no one could ever again dismiss me by saying I had not been to China.Most of my generation of American academic China specialists, who
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