random thoughts from gay shanghai

I had just arrived home from swimming, when my neighbour (the dodgy one who sells electrical appliances out of his home), called me and said, with a mischievous look in his eye, he had something to show me. They'd found a piece of paper with some scribblings on it. The radio was made in China and they thought it might be in Chinese. Perhaps it was even a love letter!

After reading the first few lines, it was obviously indeed a love letter.

What I imagine happened is this: the guy who wrote this letter slaved awya at the radio factory and he fell in love with a co-worker (haven't we all once...) so noticing his supervisor wasn't around, he decided that instead of putting radios in boxes, he'd write a quick love note to the girl (her name is Chunhua), full of I really like you and I care about you and don't hurt me by not loving me back, I can't stop thinking about your smile. But after having finished his cigarette, the boy's supervisor returned and the boy quickly stashed the letter in the box so his boss wouldn't notice. Right at that time his shift was over and his colleague come to continue where he left off. Seeing no opportunity to retrieve the love letter, it ended up being shipped to Belgium with the radios.

So, no, Carry, romance isn't dead. It's alive and well... even on Chinese factory floors!