Last week, DK and I stumbled on a strange abandoned school in northern Beijing. We were looking for the city’s largest recycling center, but this mad statue was a far tastier find.
Seven demonic babes, lounging, suckling, emerging from the concrete.
“Can you imagine seeing this every day? As a kid?”
It was strange. But so was the trip.
The sprawling neighborhood, the entire neighborhood, is being demolished for new high rises. Block after block was sprayed in the graffiti’d 拆, for “demolish.” Red banners wrapped across buildings and trees read “Quickly quickly, move move” in Chinese pentameter. A man cycled by, his tricycle piled high with his bulging luggage.
And as we tiptoed through the school of smashed glass, I couldn’t imagine this place filled with laughing children. Ceilings had collapsed. Trash had collected. The stone woman seemed right at home.
Although by now, her home is probably gone.
Somewhere due east of the Lishuiqiao subway, Beijing.