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lundi 27 novembre 2017

Chinese Curse

France’s butter crisis shows China is struggling to melt hearts on the world stage
By Luisa Tam

“Don’t take our butter,” a French friend told me jokingly last week at breakfast.
I am visiting Normandy, one of two historically famous butter-producing regions in France; the other is Brittany.
China has been blamed for France’s butter shortage, with the average retail price of the spread going up by at least 35 per cent so far this year – in the country with the highest per capita rate of butter consumption.
I’m feeling the crisis first-hand as my host no longer serves butter lavishly along with bread. 
Now I only get foil-wrapped mini portions.
With insufficient European dairy production, worsened by some unscrupulous producers hoarding supply, as well as growing Chinese demand, the butter shortage in France is not expected to end any time soon.
China seems to get blamed for many things.
Not only is it accused of depleting the global supply of all types of products – including butter – goods and even luxury items, it is also blamed for exporting droves of loud, rude and brash tourists.

China may be a mega economic and political power, but its soft power doesn’t seem to grow in parallel with its increasing hard power. 
Money and political brawn has not helped China buy love on the world stage.
The fundamental issue here is China has a serious image problem overseas that cannot be resolved by exporting a few cute pandas. 
The solution lies in its citizens gripped by wanderlust.
As a regular visitor to the small town of Avranches in Normandy that has a population of around 9,000 – about a quarter of the population in Taikoo Shing, a middle-class residential complex in the eastern part of Hong Kong – I have found myself becoming an unlikely unofficial ambassador of Hong Kong and China, due to my presence as, possibly, the only Chinese visitor here.

As a result, I have become quite self-aware of what I say and do because different cultures have different customs and Chinese parents often try to instill in their children yup heung chui juk which is the Cantonese equivalent to “When in Rome”.
We all know that “manners maketh man”, which means our mannerisms and characteristics make us who we are and people often judge us by our conduct because without these standards, we would lose our civility. 
But we also need to understand that good manners and etiquette take time to develop and require lots of practice and reinforcement.
Self-awareness, like good manners, comes with time. 
One of the main reasons mainland Chinese tourists behave the way they do is because they lack self-awareness. 
They don’t understand how other people perceive their behaviour because they are not used to dealing with people from outside their country for an extended period of time.
Our fellow Hong Kong citizens didn’t turn into well-behaved tourists overnight. 
It has taken them decades. 

vendredi 13 janvier 2017

China Dream: Death By Smog

Read The Smog-Inspired Poem That China Can't Stop Talking About
By EMILY FENG

A smog alert day in Dalian, China. The photo was taken on December 19.

A poem written by a Chinese surgeon lamenting the medical effects of smog, called "I Long to Be King," is going viral on Chinese social media.
Told from the perspective of lung cancer, the poem takes an apocalyptic note:
Happiness after sorrow, rainbow after rain.
I faced surgery, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy,
But continued to chase my dream,
Some would have given up, but I will be the king.
An English version of the poem (for full text, see below) ran in the October issue of CHEST Journal, a publication of the American College of Chest Physicians.
Published in Chinese this month, the poem is now striking a chord on Chinese social media.
"I hope the government can look at this problem more and then immediately resolve it, otherwise everyone will move. Or we will die of cancer. Is this the final outcome we face?" asked one commenter on Weibo, China's Twitter-like social media platform.
"I'm infuriated... For the sake of GDP, can we simply ignore the health of our country's people?" wrote another.
Not all commenters appreciated the poem though.
"Europe and the U.S. always most enjoy when Chinese people write about their own underside. The more coarse, the more backward, the higher the chance it wins attention," complained one.
The author of "I Long to Be King" is Dr. Zhao Xiaogang, deputy chief of thoracic surgery at Shanghai Pulmonary Hospital of Tongji University.
Since the poem has taken off, he has been outspoken in the detrimental health effects of air pollution.
"The intense rise in lung cancer ... is intimately related to smog," Dr. Zhao told state media.
In and around Beijing and Hebei province in China's northeast last week, the concentration of air pollutant particles was more than 20 times higher than the level deemed safe by the World Health Organization.
According to the Beijing Environmental Protection Bureau, the city saw 168 days of "polluted" air in 2016.
Cancer is the leading cause of death in China, claiming 2.8 million lives in 2015.
Lung cancer is the country's leading form of cancer.

The Chinese government, well aware of the simmering discontent, has resolved to clean up the country's smog problem.
Ambitious goals have been set to substantially reign in air pollution by 2020.
And over the past year authorities have fined corporate polluters millions, going as far as detaining several hundred of them.
Yet on Chinese message boards, some commenters don't think the pollution will end any time soon.
"The Hebei countryside is all smog. It is terrible," wrote one commenter.
"It is another way of showing how useless the government is."
Here's the full text of I Long To Be King:
I am ground glass opacity (GGO) in the lung,
A vague figure shrouded in mystery and strangeness,
Like looking at the moon through clouds,
Like seeing beautiful flowers in the fog.
I long to be king,
With my fellows swimming in every vessel.
My people crawl in your organs and body,
Holding the rights for life or death, I tremble with excitement.
When young you called me "atypical adenomatous hyperplasia",
Then when I had matured, you declared me "adenocarcinoma in situ",
When fully developed, your fearful denomination: "invasive adenocarcinoma".
You forgot my strenuous journey to become the king.
From tiny to strong,
From humble to arrogant.
None cared when I was young,
But all fear me we when full grown.
I've been nourished on the delicious mist and haze,
That sweetly warmed my heart,
Always loving when you were heavy drunk and smoking,
Creating me a cozy home.
When I was less than eight millimeters, I was so fragile,
Waiting for a chance to grow up.
Now, more than eight millimeters, I am more mature,
And considered worthy of notice.
My continuous growth gives me a chance to be king,
As I break through layers of obstacles,
Spanning the mountains and waters.
My fellows march to every corner and occupy every region.
My quest to become king was full of obstacles,
I was cut until almost dead in childhood,
Burned once I'd matured,
And poisoned when older.
Happiness after sorrow, rainbow after rain.
I faced surgery, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy,
But continued to chase my dream,
Some would have given up, but I will be the king.
I long to be king, with fellows and subordinates,
I long to be king, to have people's fear and respect
I long to be king, to dominate my domain,
I long to be king, to direct your fate.