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  • They come out to watch the kites. Whole families and old men and young friends stare up at the sky as it's just turning that real deep blue, stereos on.

    A man in a municipal uniform uses his motorcycle as a lounge chair and watches the long kite tails light up against the night.
    He is there with his family and they are yelling things I cannot understand because it is China and I've only taken two Mandarin lessons so far and have only just gotten through the alphabet once completely.
    They probably aren't even yelling, it just sounds that way because I don't know any words yet.

    Hundreds of people stand around this park between an elevated highway and the river either watching kites or flying them.

    The entire city is lit by neon, even the boats on the Huangpu.

    I am a distant anthropologist until they see me watching them watching the kites and teach me my first word: meiguo.
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