1997, Aug, i was back from UK .
in HongKong, the customer clerks talked to me as if i was a dirt.
in China, people talked to me as if i was useless. that year, i almost killed myself.
finally, thank God, i immigrated (run away from China).
before i left, one very closed friend, who was my classmate and I did tell her not to come back to China, she did not take my word, and she asked me what i was to do after immigration. I told her i would wash dishes.
5 years later, i was trying to buy my first house, and she was trying to immigrate to 2 countries, she said she would go whichever accepted her. 10 years since i lefe the so called home, and she has 2 babies in Australia...
