I was sitting quietly on a bench at the edge of the lake, writing in my notebook. A Chinese woman, perhaps my age (although it’s very difficult to tell age accurately from Asian faces, as they always seem much younger), strolling round the lake, stopped, very interested in my notebook. I turned it towards her and let her look but I’m sure it seemed like hieroglyphics to her, just like Chinese writing does to me. She smiled and started talking to me. I could tell she was speaking slowly and deliberately, but it didn’t help as I cannot speak Chinese. I can manage “nee-how” (hallo) and a few other single words but that’s about it. I had to shrug and shake my head, regretfully, as she was so friendly. After a while she moved on, and I regretted the missed opportunity and that I couldn’t communicate with her. I wished that I could speak some Chinese—another lesson for me on the importance of cross-cultural communication.
Lack of Communication
Tuesday, October 2, 2007 by viviennemackie