I am back in Shanghai after 16 years. And back in mainland China after 10 years.
I didn’t get a chance to spend a lot of time out and about, but I managed to go to a bookshop to see what people are reading. I felt that the selection was tamer compared to what I used to see in bookstores about a decade back. The trouble with coming back to China is that now I realize how much I missed China after defecting to Taiwan. Suddenly, I am borrowing library books on China, and I am subscribing to China-related podcasts. I want to go back to the West (Sichuan) and the Northeast.
The bug these days is that the visa is around 100 USD and it is a one-time entry. They are also far stricter about where you stay overnight - no more letting someone take you home.
I feel places have a certain time where they kind of exist in a twilight zone - you can steal a little bit of chaos and there is some optimism that the things will keep tending towards less rigidity. In China that time was the early 2000s. Surely, China is more affluent now and most people have a better life. It is just that the selfish me wishes for China from the time when the world was young. It was my China. Or maybe you always have a special corner in your heart for the time and place where you were falling in love on a daily basis.