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Originally Posted August 11, 2008
China continuously changes. It never seems to stop growing, moving, or transforming. It’s just filled with life. The streets are consumed with never ending cars and bicycles while at the same time, crowds of people walk confidently beside the dangerous road. Sometimes I decide to stop what I’m doing and observe my surroundings. Buildings tower over me and around me. Half naked men and diaper-less babies walk beside me. And just the other day, some flowers sprouted from nowhere in beautiful white pots. Everything that’s around me changes but its all part of their culture. When I look out of my bedroom window, I can see a small poor looking shack down below. It makes me wonder how a shack made of trash is in the center of great tall apartments. How is it that everything beside it has transformed into something grand while this shack just plants its roots there? I’ve never been able to see this in my small suburb back home, but now that I have seen something different I can now base my thoughts upon them. Beijing has offered many sights different to my norms and with that I experience new things.