Police are Everywhere!

Police are yelling over their loud speakers, but I don’t know what they are saying.  Do I run? Do I take cover?  Do I keep going? What do they want from me? I don’t know, as it is all Chinese.  I only know how to say, “Where is the bathroom?” And it didn’t sound like they were yelling at me to go to the bathroom!

Though, I do feel as though sometimes they should drive down the street yelling, “Go before you leave!” (In Chinese of course) from their cars, because it is not so uncommon for people just to pop a squat wherever they are.

Not me of course, I go before I leave home because you never know what the next bathroom may look like!  You haven’t experienced a bathroom until you have made it to a trough bathroom.  GROSS!!!!!   Maybe that is why so many Chinese people go to the bathroom on street, it is cleaner outside!

Anyway, I kept walking down Ding Xiang Lu toward the grocery store looking for something exciting to happen!  Rarely do I see a police car, much less 20 of them all together.   I never see any type of emergency vehicles come to think of it.  Fire trucks wouldn’t be able to use some of the fire hydrants anyway because concrete has been laid nearly to the top of those!

Let's hope there's no fire!!

I kept a vigilant eye on my surroundings as I continued on, and I watched others around me, mainly to see if I needed to take cover, or run in a certain direction, but still no action from anybody.  It seemed as if everybody was ignoring what the officers were saying.  I know they heard them because they were yelling, and I mean, YELLING! But of course, that is not really uncommon here either, it seems as though Chinese people yell at each other all the time.

The officers certainly got my attention! I didn’t want to ignore them, but I had no choice!  I had no idea what they were yelling, so the American kept walking down the street hoping the officers would not get out of their cars, or off their motorcycles, tackle me to the ground and handcuff me.  I made it to the intersection of Fangdian and Ding Xian Lu with no trouble.

There were many more officers at the intersection.  However, people just kept pushing their way through them as if they weren’t there.  So I did too!  When in Rome…….

But I did turn around and look when I got to the other side just to see if anybody cared that all of these people just pushed through the police line.  But, no.  Nobody seemed phased.

I made it safely to the grocery store but was left wondering, “What the heck was that?”

Just another day in China.

About cessley

I am a bereaved parent. I write to give hope to other bereaved parents who are fresh in their grief. I want them to know life begins again. It (life) is forever changed, as are you, but one day, you will smile again. You may travel, you will make new friends, your heart will mend, though never heal and it will be a painful ride. It is one step at a time....sometimes, even one breath to the next is all we can seem to live through each day. But each day will be a new beginning, a different beginning, a different you. I have two surviving children: Amy, who is married to Brandon, and they have one daughter, Avery, and one son, Dylan. and Eric who is a doctor and is Clifton's twin brother. Clifton passed away when he was nearly two years old. As any bereaved parent knows, it is tough, REALLY tough trying to live after the death of a child. I lived in Shanghai, China for three years after the death of my son, and then lived in Beijing for two years. I am discovering life again, one step at a time. I returned to Oklahoma in February , 2020 due to the uncertainty of the virus. Little did I know the uncertainty would follow me across the ocean. This is nothing compared to the death of a child. I will survive! View all posts by cessley

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