The Chinese Wall in My Neighborhood

2024-11-03

by Ramon Alberto Borda

Director of the Information Agency La Oreja Que Piensa, Leadership Member of Unión de Trabajadores de Prensa de Buenos Aires, Argentina

My approach to China was through playing when I was little.

The dirt mountain was so high that at the age of ten I needed to make a lot of effort to climb, using my hands and feet to get to the top. I would slip and try again.

We had built a great fortress in our imagination: the Chinese wall. Cold afternoons and mild sun, the neighborhood kids threw stones at each other, resisting invasions and battles. There we spent moments of recreation, also believing that the inhabitants of the moon could see a large snake crossing the earth.

It has always been said about this Millennial country – people say it – that there is great respect for the elderly, for their wisdom and also for children to stimulate self-esteem.

Two fundamental pillars for the construction of a new society. I traveled to that great country from Latin America, crossing the bridge of communication between two continents, with enormous desire to enter, to understand, to learn, this time not from the radio program “key China”, but as in this regional context, strengthening this strategic relationship for human beings.

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