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People met on my backpacking 88 – A Fake Kingdom Story


*Traveling story in China: (pleasant experiences)


1) It was when I took a train from Yanbian to Beijing (2003). It was daytime. I said hi to the young man who was sitting before me in simple Chinese and then spoke English. I told him that I was from Korea and traveling to China. He hesitated but soon he spoke in a mixture of Chinese and English. I asked him if there were always many people on Chinese trains, he said yes. The eyes around us quickly turned to us. (When I talked to Chinese people in English during my trip to China, they quickly gathered around.)


As we paused, a woman in her mid-40s spoke to me. She said she was going to Beijing with her daughter for an English interview and she wanted me to have an English practice with her daughter. When I said ok, she immediately emptied the other side of the seat for me where her daughter sat. I asked her daughter what made her do an English interview. She said she needed it to enter a school specializing in studying in the U.S. I told her about studying abroad and America in English. Well I talked with for about an hour. The mother looked more happier to see her daughter talking in English.


2) It happened in Yangshuo, Guilin, China (1996). This was mainly where backpackers stayed. I left my backpack in the guest house and came out. It reminded me of Khaosan Road in Bangkok. After briefly talking with some Western guys on the street about this and that there (When I got there, I usually got the basic infor of there from them who come there before me. In particular, Western guys were much helpful for me. At that time, the book "Going to the World = Lonely Planet," which was a backpacker's Bible, was a must for travelers. Me? No! 'Cause I knew using my mouth was better than the heavy book.), I sat at a parasol table in front of a store. Needed something to eat.


Then suddenly, a lady in her 40s came to me and said, "I have a little son. I want you to speak English with him. Can you?" I said OK. Then she immediately brought her motorcycle and said to me, "Please wait for about 10 minutes." And she faded away with her motorbike. She didn't come back in ten minutes. In 20 mints, she finally showed up with her kid on the motorbike.


He was a seven-year-old boy. She urged me to ask her son some questions in English. I did and opened the kid's mouth by asking him the simple questions about his age, name, and what he wanted to be in the future. At this time, she looked happy to see her kid speaking English. I thought a 20-minute round trip by motorcycle is at least a long way from Seoul Station to Dongdaemun(more than 20kms). At that time, the outskirts of Yangsuo Street were empty fields where unlimited runs were possible.


3) This is the story of a 35-year-old Chinese man I met in Shanghai, China (2005). The meeting with him was really unique and special. We traveled together for 2 nights and 3 days. During my five-day stay in Shanghai, I visited the Provisional Government Complex twice in Shanghai, which was set up by Korean independent fighters there 100 years ago. On the first day, it was too crowded with Korean group tourists. The second time I went, it was empty. I thought it was good chance for me in order to carefully look at the displayed photographic materials and documents. Then a young guy came in and stood in front of the photographs hanging on the wall. I thought he was Korean, so I said "Hi." with pleasure. Surprisingly, he said in English, "I'm not Korean. I'm Chinese." I also told him about me in English. So did he. And he offered me me to have something to eat with him. He studied in America. He worked for a trading company in Darren, China, for 10 years before leaving the company to have his own business. He was on a domestic trip for a few days. He has also been to Seoul. I accepted his offer because I thought he was a good guy in many ways.


As a result, I learned a lot about China thanks to him. First in my life, I've experienced a mushroom restaurant. It was a super large buffet-style restaurant, and there were more than 100 kinds of mushrooms. All mushrooms were named, but they were a kind of mushroom that I could never know except for a few that I was familiar with. I also visited local attractions unknown to foreign tourists. Have talked to local people living near Hangzhou. Of course, it's possible because of his kind interpreter. We slept one night in a house similar to a guest house and used a three-star hotel on another day.


What this guy said to me when we broke up was really unexpected. "Don't forget that most of the food as well as Chinese products are fake." He said this when I asked him about China's honey, Sokchong (a high-quality honey collected by stone bees between trees or stones in the mountains). I was very surprised when he proudly told me that "all Chinese goods are fake" without any guilt. But soon I understood what he meant.


It's a kind of phenomenon that occurred after the Song Dynasty, especially when countless people continued to starve to death through the cultural revolution. In other words, the Chinese government at that time allowed, rationalized and even encouraged the people for living, no matter it's right or wrong. Of course they felt no guilty. It's like all liar experts have an excuse. Liars often say that they have not kept their promises, but have never lied. So they proudly say that their way of life have nothing to do with conscience and morality.


The conclusive evidence was in the official fake shopping mall (super large department stores) in downtown Beijing. It's common for merchants to sell fake goods as real, but sprisingly here they were proudly selling fake goods as they were. Anyway, I was shocked there. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if I saw the Chinese version of pragmatism at a glance. There were mountains of products from global companies such as Samsung, Microsoft, Sony, Nike, and Rolex in the same way. Chinese fake foods, which have already been reported in Korea, such as cooking oil, red pepper powder, sesame oil, and kimchi, as well as the process of making kimchi barefoot or naked, shocked the Korean media. But to them, it's no problem. Because it's all a means of living and it's like a kind of traditional culture that's been handed down for hundreds of years to them.


Anyway, one of the things I was most curious about when I traveled to China was the honey, Sokchong. Because I could see this precious thing anywhere in China. For example, they were there too in many traditional markets in countryside dozens of kilometers away from Lijiang and Chengdu. It seemed very mysterious to me. I never doubted whether it was real or not. In conclusion, I solved this problem because of this good guy and furthermore, I knew that there was an inevitable historical background for China to become a fake kingdom. Again, I learned more about China than I expected thanks to him.


*One thing is clear: In the competition for hegemony between the US and China, China has already beaten the US in the counterfeit industry.


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