I thought I had a place to call home, or, what my soul says to my displaced body
An ode to the moon in six languages
The migrant dream should not be the subject of shame
How culturally-dictated familial relations have restricted a population’s ability to express emotion
Chairman Mao lives on in my parents’ strange fondness for communism
When campaigning gets lost in translation
Why is there such a generational rift between the understanding of an arts degree?
Chinese tourists possess three essential qualities: they are cashed up, culturally barren and above all else, prone to bad behaviour, or so we’re told, writes Louise Xie.