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There is hardly any sound
more Chinese than the door-to-door salesmen who carry their wares on
shoulder poles: peasants selling their produce; tinkers who repair
pots, sharpen knives or take away rubbish.
As well as those there is a
whole class of people who's lives depend on collecting plastic bags,
paper, bottles from the local rubbish carts. On my way to my
office to upload these files, I threw three bags onto our cart, and
passed by a few minutes later to see a middle aged women with three
clean and well-presented children, picking through my rubbish.
Many others are less open.
Each night - like town foxes - others come with torches and descend
upon what other people have left behind.
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