I’M FROM BELGIUM, RIGHT NEXT TO AMERICA – The sad truth about Chinese sense of geography
“Where you from?”, the girl suddenly asks me. She must be about 15 and she and her friend can’t stop giggling every time they look at me. I’m on my way from the Great Wall of China to Beijing. The bus is packed and people are standing in the aisle. I’ve waited for almost 3 hours to get on it, because there were so many people and not enough busses. The space between seats is too short for my long European legs and my knees are starting to hurt. Trying to put at least one leg in the aisle, I accidentally kick her. I apologize, she smiles, and instantly pops the question, almost as if she’s been waiting for an excuse to talk to me. It seems like the most basic question ever, those 3 words simply asking where I come from. But it’s not. Not for her. “From Belgium”, I say. Silence… Knowing Belgium fits about 300 times into China, I can’t blame her for not knowing it. “ It’s next to Germany.” Still ...