The soundtrack of recycling glass
The crunch of glass rang through the air. Then the jarring scrap of a shovel dragging against the ground. Followed by the jingling of glass flung together. And…
recycling
It’s a family affair
Along a quiet part of Huoshan Lu (霍山路), an old, wrinkled woman was parked by the curb in a rattan chair, quietly fanning herself. Surrounding her were two…
Shanghai’s scrapers
The other day, a woman fell out of the sky and missed me by an inch. You think I’m making this up? I was hurriedly striding along the…