Stop remembering and start living - by Iris
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Tales in Toronto
In DC, I have an insatiable craving for everything Chinese. Keeping up with the language feels like pulling teeth; every Chinese person I meet is either too Westernized to speak the language or too fresh off the boat to share my values. Toronto allegedly has the best Chinese food in North America, so I booked a weekend trip and convinced Jo to come with me. We’d done Manhattan Chinatown and Flushing together; now it was time to take on a bigger dragon. Jo has big eyes and a small face, but don’t ask her for her WeChat—her family is Chinese-Indonesian, not from the mainland rural village my…
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