20 By Martin Winter 20 years ago I wrote my first Chinese poem. It was in Chongqing. “Wanbao, wanbao!” That’s what they cry, all over China. Every afternoon. “Evening news, evening news!” Evening paper, every town has one. Some have morning papers, those are called Zaobao, most of them. “Get your evening paper!” Anyway, “wanbao, […]
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