January 10, 2012 -Foshan, Guangdong Province
Standing there on the street corner, with a cluster of taxi drivers gathered around me, maybe talking to me, maybe talking about me, my gawky bag propped on a pillar, I could believe that this was the place Yue Yue died. I could picture it. She would be one of these children, one of these little toddlers wearing thick layers and puffy coats to make them look like walking Chinese marshmellows.
