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December 09, 2009


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Greg L.

While living in Morocco, a country in which I never drove, I noticed a kind of acceptance about one's fate, doomed or not. And nowhere was this more typified than a taxi entering a roundabout or an intersection out in the country. With no lanes drawn on the roads or traffic signals, drivers simply barrel into the mix like electrons joining the cloud, hopefully not finding all possible spots occupied and skipping off the Valence shells. I swear some cabbies would say "Allahu Akbar" as they jumped in. As in 'God will sort this out'. 'Or not'.
When I arrived I was 23 and thought this was an indicator of how life was lived in places where the populace was admirably more enlightened, living closer to truth. Then, a few months in I was taking a bus out to the southern side of the Atlas mountains and attempting to take the guardrail-less road in stride, along with the high rate of speed and blind corners. God will save me. I'm living without a net, just like all these Moms and children traveling back to their remote homes.
And there at the bottom of the beautiful cliff in the long-dry riverbed was a burnt out shell of a bus.


As a fellow Shanghai resident, I sadly emphasize that Kristin is not exaggerating the lack of safety and disregard for human life on the streets here. I am relieved that, during my 2 1/2 year stay, I have never witnessed a fatal accident. I hope I never do.

Kristin Bair O'Keeffe

Hey Greg, Beautiful description. Funny how our perceptions change, isn't it?

And to my fellow Shanghai-er...stay safe on the streets. Eyes and ears open!

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  • Kristin Bair O'Keeffe

Kristin Bair O'Keeffe
Shanghai, China

I live in Shanghai, China, with my Irish
husband and Vietnamese daughter.
Throughout the past four years, I've
crisscrossed the globe more times than
I can count, and while doing so, have
discovered what a kooky, miraculous,
and lovely place our world is. My experiences
enlighten me, inspire me, and crack me up.