Anna Sowley - Writer

Interview and excerpt

DE: Do you like duck?

AS: Duck or ducks?

DE: Duck. Like eating duck. As a meal.

AS: I’m actually vegetarian.

DE: I like this passage “The shrunken head lay at one end of the artfully presented slices, the skin shriveled around the sunken eye-sockets. It had been sliced in half and fell open to display the roasted brain, surrounded by little shavings of neck meat.”

AS: Could you not tell from that that there was some sort of aversion there?

DE: Ok, I guess that’s actually pretty obvious.

AS: I mean it’s partly because I’m vegetarian but also partly because I wanted to describe the character’s physical discomfort.

DE: It seemed quite ominous, yea. And she identifies with the lobster too.

AS: Actually, that came from a real visit to a restaurant. My first visit to a Beijing duck restaurant and I went with my friends who all eat duck. I just had the pancakes and the cucumber and stuff. But there was a seafood buffet in the lobby as we came in, and I remember this lobster just kind of sat there on the plate with its claws bound together and looking very miserable.

DE: I’m a meat eater, but it never increases my appetite when I see the creature I’m about to eat bound and struggling.

AS: I just felt sorry for it.

DE: So did you see this duck with its sunken eyeballs and shaved brain and all that?

AS: Yes, they did a very elaborate performance and they’d come in and they’d cut the duck in half and they’d slice all the meat and they’d arrange it on the platter. And they’d left the head but they’d shaved all the neck meat off and they just laid the spinal column and the head on the plate and they put the neck meat around it like a little sunflower.

DE: I didn’t think this story was set in China though, was it?

AS: It was set in China, yea. I didn’t send you the full story. But the full story is about a couple who go on a tour to China and the husband is very cautious, he’s not very adventurous, and insists on going on an organized tour. And his wife would much rather just explore by herself. So they’re already in this kind of captive situation, and then she’s having doubts about their marriage, and then she finds out that she’s pregnant, which makes her rethink her entire relationship with him. In the confines of this tour—the tour bus, the hotel room, the restaurant—she always feels very caged.

DE: Ah, that really puts this strange dinner into context. I love the husband, Henry. In the excerpt I read, there’s a passage where he goes up to get her wedding ring. It’s so passive aggressive the way he abandons her in a noticeable way so she’s stranded. And yet he’s so concerned with the ring’s symbolism. It’s like this cognitive dissonance.

AS: Yea, Henry’s a very complex character because I think he does care. And he’s so obsessed with the way things should be. And he’s also a devout Catholic and that really affects his view of the relationship and what is permissible and what he should enjoy or not enjoy. And he’s a very conflicted character inside, and he ends up taking it out on Jane in this passive aggressive way. He’s secretly disgusted with himself, but it all comes out against her.

This was based on a friend of mine actually, who was in a relationship with a Catholic man for several years, and she completely changed in this time. I found the psychological impact it had on her so interesting that I wanted to explore it.

DE: Knowing that they’re on some kind of packaged tour together is also interesting for how the characters relate to each other. I always hate forced interactions in these situations. Like for me, bed and breakfasts are a total nightmare. I hate the idea of having to interact with total strangers at breakfast, especially before coffee. Which is kind of like what this duck dinner is.

AS: Exactly. You have to talk to the other people on the tour bus. They’re people you wouldn’t normally associate with at home. You have to make conversation, otherwise it’s considered rude or you would create an uncomfortable situation for the rest of the trip. And I love uncomfortable situations. That’s what I write about. I love it when people are under pressure. I find it extremely interesting to see how they will react in that sort of situation. So in this story, the fact that they’re on the tour at all is because Jane gave in to Henry. She starts to realize that she’s given in to almost everything and she can’t do it anymore. I like the fact that the tour maximizes their discomfort.

DE: And that awkward abortion conversation…

AS: Another favorite topic of mine.

DE: Awkward abortion conversations?

(nervous laughter)

DE: I did notice in the short stories you sent me, a thread of troubled or imperfect relationships.

AS: I just find it fascinating what situations people manage to get themselves into without really meaning to. I’ve met so many people in relationships that they’ve never even meant to be in in the first place, and then years later they’re still in them and they don’t understand why. They can’t get out of them. But there’s nothing physically stopping them from leaving.

DE: Although in “A Family Matter” there’s nothing physically stopping him from leaving, and yet he does find this very dramatic physical way of leaving the relationship.

AS: That story was my first real “China story.” I started focusing exclusively on Chinese people and their reactions to things. Because after four years of teaching English I had had so many very personal conversations with my students. And I’d heard so many amazing stories. Some incredibly shocking stories. Some just strange or uncomfortable. But I’d logged them all in my mind or I’d written them down. I wanted to use them, so that’s what the novel is about. It’s sort of a way to put all of these stories together into a coherent narrative. And show how they all relate to each other and to the pressures of society.

DE: You say a novel. Is “A Family Matter” (which appeared in the first issue of Spittoon Magazine as a short story) part of a larger work?

AS: Yea, that was the first chapter of the novel. I didn’t tell anybody, but at the time I didn’t really have a short story to submit, but I really wanted to send something to Spittoon. So I edited it down to 2,000 words and sent it in.

So he chooses to exit the relationship that way I think because if he ended his relationship, then it would have been his last relationship. He was 40. In China there is a last chance, and if that train leaves, you are a leftover, and it’s quite a harsh fact of life. I think he was just panicking.

DE: Was this story based on a specific person that you met? Or just a general societal thing?

AS: It was actually based on a newspaper article that I read quite a few years ago. It was very, very short which allowed me to imagine what had happened. All it had said was that there was a couple in a shopping mall. I think it was in Jinan? They were fighting and she accused him of being cheap. And he killed himself; he jumped off the railing. I was really moved by this. I looked, I did some research and I found pictures. Somebody had filmed it—obviously—someone always films a thing like this if you’re in China.

DE: Multiple people…

AS: Some quite horrific photos. There were a couple of other news articles but they were all short and they were all different. So nobody had got this man’s name right.

DE: Really?

AS: Yeah, they were all different. Nobody got the age right. No one could agree on the details of his life but they all agreed on the details of the fight and the suicide.

DE: Strange.

AS: Very strange. So I don’t know who this man really was, but he intrigued me and I wanted to write from his point of view.

Bio:

Anna Sowley is a Beijing-based freelance writer and journalist. She writes fiction and poetry and is currently working on a novel. She has a great love of trees.

Fiction - Duck (Extract) 

He sat down in the room’s only armchair to wait for Jane to finish making-up in the bathroom. He could hear muffled, choked sounds of retching, followed by running water and the scrubbing of a toothbrush. If it was not bad enough to see a doctor, he reasoned, then it was surely not that bad. Jane emerged five minutes later. She was wearing more make-up than usual, he noted with disapproval, especially around her eyes, which seemed a little puffy. She had on a black dress which reached down to her feet but that plunged rather sharply down at the neck. It was only after they had left the room and were descending in the lift to the lobby where the coach party awaited them, that he noticed she was not wearing her wedding ring.

‘Where is it?’ he asked, rather sharply, gesturing towards her left hand.

‘Where is what?’ she replied, vaguely, looking down. ‘Oh! I must have left it in the bathroom. Shall I run back and get it, or is it too late? Are we late?’

‘We’re always late,’ he said irritably. ‘Always. We’re always the last ones to arrive. How do you think I feel turning up and knowing that we’ve kept everyone waiting?’

‘I’m sorry, Henry. I made a special effort to come out tonight. You know I’m not feeling well.’

‘Special effort? You weren’t even ready when I came back! You had the whole day to get ready. I was the one who had to wait to use the bathroom because you couldn’t be bothered to get ready in time.’ His voice has raised itself both in volume and in pitch. Suddenly the doors opened at the ground floor and he blushed scarlet, thinking that everybody in the lobby must have heard him. As it happened, nobody turned around, too busy chatting and clumping in the little groups they had formed at the very beginning of the holiday. Henry and Jane had somehow not been subsumed into any of these little detachments. There had been encounters, much as an iceberg might be struck by an unfortunate ship, but others would quickly sense something rather frigid about the couple – especially Jane, who made it perfectly clear she would prefer not to engage in conversation with any of ‘those people’ – and would redirect their course into less icy waters.

‘Wait here,’ he instructed her, in a sharp whisper. ‘I’ll get it.’ And he quickly vanished back into the lift. Jane stood in the lobby clutching her canvas bag, aware of eyes now glancing her way. A woman alone, it seemed, attracted more attention than a rowing couple. She did not even have to do anything; just to stand there was enough, an object exuding the desire to be looked at. Except she wanted nothing more than for everybody else to disappear. A few of them, she thought bitterly, could bloody well go and die. That fat Austrian woman with the beady eyes sunken in deep folds of wrinkled skin, who kept staring at her, just staring, as if she were waiting for the floor show to start. The young couple from Essex who worked in human resources, who took photos of everything to upload onto Facebook the same evening. The Reynolds. That awful pseudo-intellectual couple that Henry had tried so hard to ingratiate himself with, who clearly thought him a bore but who would smile unctuously whenever he approached. Henry. He had a ridiculous camera, a large, clunky thing, with a satchel full of lenses he had no idea how to use. The pictures would be nothing special because he never took the time to learn the art of taking them, but he always spent an inordinately long time pretending to operate the light meter and frame the shot, and set up his stupid tripod. Henry.

The ring was not on the basin. It was not in the bathroom at all as far as Henry could see, and he performed a thorough search. He did not like to consider the possibility that it may have fallen down the plug-hole, because it was an original, and a replacement, while looking the same, would not carry the same meaning, or symbolise the same things as its predecessor. It was as if all the vows they had ever spoken, the very essence of their relationship, had suddenly been contained in this one wedding ring. A very plain band of gold, very small to fit Jane’s slim finger, and engraved on the inside with a discreet ‘H & J’. Henry and Jane.

He caught sight of the bedside table where a pad of paper lay next to the telephone. In the waste basket were a few crumpled pages, and next to it, wedged between the table and the bed, was a glint of gold. He bent down to retrieve the ring, and as he did so noticed that the telephone pad bore the imprint of some heavy scrawling. Several things had been scribbled out and scored through so violently that the page underneath bore a tear. He hesitated, and then, as if conducting a forbidden ritual, fished the balls of paper out of the bin, smoothed them out, and lay them gently on the bed like a child. All he could make out after peering hard for several minutes, was a name and several random digits, obviously part of a bigger number. He threw them back, momentarily disgusted with himself for having stooped so low as to sift through rubbish for information which did not concern him. But he knew somehow that it did concern him.

They did not speak on the way to the restaurant. The coach was babbling with voices, and Jane watched the bright neon illuminated signs drift by the window in the dark. Then they were there, and they waited in the marble foyer to be shown to their table, waiters milling about in white jackets and little black caps, a trolley of live seafood on display, ready for cooking, everything so very fresh. A blue lobster struggled helplessly on ice, its huge front claws bound together with two strong elastic bands. Jane looked at it sympathetically.

The whole party processed as a military column to the large round table, blanketed like the waiters in a snowy cloth. The table, in spite of its inclusive shape, really was too big to facilitate conversation; voices launched across its vast expanse were lost in the general hubbub of the dining room, so people turned to their immediate neighbours. Henry had deliberately seated himself next to Colin Reynolds, though that gentleman did not show his annoyance except in a discreet roll of the eyes in the direction of his wife, Pru. This was not lost on Jane, and she carefully skirted the couple to sit on the other side of Henry, next to an accountant from Bath who had travelled on his own. She tried her best to make small-talk, and make herself agreeable, but her attention was riveted on the duck.

Three waiters had wheeled the glazed and crispy bird out on a trolley, and they stood ceremoniously sharpening their knives. The operation – and it was performed with surgical precision – took less than ten minutes, and everybody clapped as the last sliver of flesh was expertly cut away from the bone, leaving just the naked carcase exposed on the silver platter. It was almost indecent, Henry thought, and he was glad when the meat was placed on the table, and the skeleton was wheeled out again, to the kitchens. Apparently it would be boiled into the most delicious soup. Not one morsel wasted. Henry would approve, Jane thought. He approved of economy. The accountant was commenting on how wonderfully skilled the performance had been, and she replied mechanically that indeed it had been a very thorough job. Short of shaving it, you couldn’t have got any more from that animal. There was nothing left. He laughed, though she was not aware of having made a joke.

The shrunken head lay at one end of the artfully presented slices, the skin shrivelled around the sunken eye-sockets. It had been sliced in half and fell open to display the roasted brain, surrounded by little shavings of neck meat. It seemed to stare at Jane with reproach, its half-beak half-open in a plea for life, or a death-cry of pain. She shuddered and instinctively put her hand to her stomach, imagining it to be swollen and moving. Nothing had begun to show yet, but she felt changed nevertheless, as if something had invaded her body and set itself up to destroy her from the inside out. Abruptly she brought her napkin to her lips to step the involuntary flow of bile, and pushing her chair back with such violence that it toppled over, she ran unsteadily through the crowded restaurant towards the toilets.

Henry watched her with a mixture of surprise and horror. He blushed scarlet as the others looked to him for an explanation.

‘We thought she was much better… been going on quite a few days now… well, perhaps a week or more now I come to think of it… I must insist she sees a doctor, perhaps find a good international hospital… but we’re home in a few days. We’ll sort it out in London I’m sure.’

Pru Reynolds nodded sympathetically. ‘Do you know, I was exactly the same. Couldn’t keep anything down. Not even tea in the mornings. Awful time. In the end I decided I simply couldn’t go on, so I got rid of it. Very sad, but there it is. Sometimes your body just can’t take the strain. Some women aren’t built for it. I’m quite delicate, you know, internally.’

Henry looked at her stupidly, not making the connection. ‘And which hospital did you go to?’ he asked finally.

‘For the termination? Oh my dear, you don’t have to go to the hospital these days. It’s all done in such a civilised way in a private clinic. Very discreet, very convenient. Comfortable, you know. I don’t know what I would have done without it. Colin was such a darling about the whole thing. Brought me a packed lunch and everything, although of course I couldn’t eat it.’

Henry swallowed with difficulty and said, ‘I don’t think…’ but his voice trailed off, and he felt his hands start to tremble under the tablecloth.

‘Well, I’m sure it won’t come to that,’ Pru added, ‘It doesn’t always last long, so I’m told.’

In an impressive display of self-mastery, Henry concealed his bewilderment with a smile. He drew the conversation carefully back to the duck. In a moment, Jane was forgotten, and all eyes were, once again, riveted greedily on the meat. Henry dipped a slice into the dark plum sauce, and forcing himself to simulate pleasure, he chewed enthusiastically and kept up a steady stream of commentary – the exquisite flavours, the tenderness of the meat, the succulent juiciness, the delicious crispness. His praises rang hollow in his ears.

Rose Quan -

interview with the founder of Wandering China

About Wandering China:

Wandering Media

On our WeChat (ID: guanlanzhongguo) we publish original articles daily. Subscribe to read our Wander travel pieces, Local Voices articles which gather views directly from local people, and Cultural Differences which explore issues of social and cultural interest.

Our magazines are released monthly. Our magazine is unique in being devoted to exploring a single topic of particular cultural significance and fundamental consequence for anybody trying to understand what is happening in China now.

The Wandering China Writers Club meets once a month. Our writers, artists, editors, translators and publishers are an open-minded community devoted to idea sharing and exchanging fresh perspectives on China and the West.

DE: Could you tell me a little bit about how you got into publishing?

RQ: I previously worked at the China National Tourism Association. At that time, in 2004, the Olympic games were being held in Beijing. I thought there would be an increased demand from the international market to get to know China. On the one hand I saw this demand, and on the other, China is a big country but there was very little non-Chinese language information about it. Lonely Planet does a great job, but China is not only Beijing, Shanghai and places like that. There’s a lot more to China. At that time, one big thing was that China was not so open. The media was a little bit afraid of inviting Western journalists to write about China. I was probably the first person to say, “In order to introduce China, we need to invite foreign writers to come experience and write about it.”

DE: Previous Chinese guidebooks were just translated word-for-word, is that right?

RQ: Yes. The translated books could be good or bad, but one big factor is the cultural differences. Because the Chinese way of thinking is really different. The books that introduced smaller places contained translated information that was not attractive. So it was in English, but still couldn’t be understood by Western readers. I realized having Western writers come and experience these places would be very valuable. They bring fresh ideas and an international angle to the understanding of local places. After I came up with this concept I quit my job with the China National Tourism Association and started publishing.

DE: And what books did you publish at that time?

RQ: From 2004 until now we’ve published a lot. For example, Sichuan, The Spice of Life. Chonqing and the Three Gorges. Zhengzhou, the cradle of Chinese civilization. Qingdao. One about the Olympic games. China Through The Looking Glass: Hangzhou. Datong, A Historical Guide. Nanjing, A Cultural and Historical Guide for Travelers. Breaking God’s Flail. We have nearly 20 book titles covering most parts of China.

DE: Yea, that’s a lot. You spent some time studying tourism in Europe as well?

RQ: I really value that time. I still feel very grateful to the European Union, because I was received the Managers Exchange Training Program sponsored by the EU. This was designed by the EU Commission with the purpose of exchanging young managers between Europe and China. It’s about cultural exchange and working together. So I had an internship with the EU Travel Commission. Though it was a short period it gave me a sense of the people there and the challenge of living in a totally different culture and traveling independently. All that experience challenged me and has validated what I do in China; that a guidebook should go deeper into the culture. Even now I still keep in touch with my classmates in Europe.

DE: What is your vision for Wandering China? Why did you decide to start this new venture?

RQ: To benefit as many people as I can. I’ve been a publisher for 12 years, so I understand how it works. But starting Wandering China has been a big challenge; especially working so closely with Western colleagues in the office. If there’s no trust, everything is cold. I do believe numbers make people cold.

DE: Numbers make people cold?

RQ: If everything is based on numbers, based on money. How good is a book? Numbers. How can you judge whether a book is good or not by numbers? Or a relationship. People might talk in a very kind way, but behind it is numbers. I believe that’s wrong. Wandering China wants to help people realize that this is wrong.

DE: You’re interested in writers who can give a more in depth view of things, which surprised me a little bit for a travel publication. Like, it seems different from what Lonely Planet does.

RQ: I think for Lonely Planet it’s hard. I mean they work very hard. But it’s hard for them to understand Chinese culture in depth. Our books offer in depth looks at local places. But Wandering China magazine is more about culture. I hope the topics we discuss can unveil a lot, even where there are problems. Right or wrong doesn’t matter; we just want to unveil the depths for people to see and understand.

DE: The magazine is bilingual, which is really cool. Is your audience more Chinese or Western? You mentioned that Chinese people are often quite interested in Western takes on China.

RQ: The magazine has two audiences. For example, our current magazine’s theme is gender issues. It’s an international topic. Globally, everyone is talking about gender issues. But what is happening here in China—I think—is difficult for people living outside of China to understand. And what is the background? We want describe what is happening here, but we also want to unveil the background. So reporting, in depth, what is happening here, could be one way the magazine is valuable. On the other hand our Chinese readers do value the Chinese translations.

DE: I’m curious what Chinese readers find interesting about Western views of China.

RQ: Lots of people want to understand Western values. They want to understand what the international community thinks about China. So our articles are translated into Chinese especially for young people. The cultural differences are very easy to see. Take for example how our Western writers talk about leftover women…the concept is so ordinary in China! But to the Western world it’s strange.

DE: Yes, for me it’s a very interesting concept.

RQ: For me it’s so common. Why is it strange to you? And to understand what you find strange about it can help me to understand how the Western world observes China. My ability is limited, but I still want to show that trust is very important. It can make people warm. Even if people hurt me. I believe one day we will realize the importance of trust.

About Rose Quan:

Rose is an adventurer, publisher and entrepreneur. She has been a travel book publisher for 13 years, and she’s been in the tourism industry over 15 years, both in the EU and at a Chinese state-owned company. In her professional life, she has been the founder and director of several companies.

《观览中国》简介：

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我们每月会举办一次观览中国作家俱乐部活动，这里的艺术家，作家，编辑，翻译，出版商都是一群思想活跃，包容开明的人儿。同时，我们还着眼于汇聚前卫思想和分享中西方文化故事。

DE：你能告诉我你是如何从事出版行业的吗？

RQ：我之前是在中国国家旅游局工作，那个时候是2004年，奥运会即将在北京举办，我当时就想，肯定会有越来越多的国家想要了解中国，一方面我看到了这个需求；另一方面是，我发现中国太大了，但关于中国的非汉语咨询少之又少。《孤独星球》在这方面做得很好，但是中国不仅仅只有北京上海这两个城市，还有很多其他城市等待去挖掘和发现。那个时候的国民思想还比较保守，媒体也比较胆小，不敢邀请国外记者报道中国。估计我是当时第一个人说：“为了传播中国文化，我要邀请外国作家来体验中国，报道中国”这样的话吧。

DE: 以前的中文旅游指南书都是逐字翻译吗？

RQ：是的，译文有好有坏，影响这个的关键因素是中西方文化间的差异。中国人的思维方式真的很与众不同。一本介绍中国小地方的书，即使包含一些英文简介，老外也不太感兴趣。于是我们做成全英文版本，但老外仍一头雾水。这时我意识到，邀请外国作家来中国体验是非常重要的，他们对了解当地文化有一种新颖的想法和国际视角。之后我决定辞掉中国旅游局的工作，然后从事出版行业。

DE: 那个时候你出版了什么书呢？

RQ：从2004年到目前为止，我们出版了很多书。比如《四川》、《生活调料》、《重庆与三峡》、《郑州》、《中华文明的摇篮》、《青岛》、《奥运会》、《镜子里的中国》、《杭州》、《大同市，历史游览指南》、《南京，文化历史旅游指南》、《打破上帝枷锁》。我们有近20本书的书名覆盖了中国大部分地区。

DE：天哪，是挺多的。你在欧洲时也花时间学习旅游业方面的知识吗？

RQ：我非常珍惜那段欧洲求学时光，我到现在都非常感激欧盟，因为欧盟赞助了我，我才有机会参与这个“经理交换培训计划”，这个计划是欧盟委员会为促进中西方文化交流和合作而制定的，主要交换的是中国和欧盟国间的年轻经理们。于是我到了欧盟旅游局实习，尽管实习期十分短暂，但这给我对当地人产生了一种感情，并且这段经历锻炼了我一个人在异国他乡独立生存的能力，并让我受益匪浅，我更加坚定回国后的发展目标，那就是出版一本深入当地的旅游指南书。即使到现在我仍和当时班里的欧洲同学保持联络。

DE：你对《观览中国》的愿景是什么？当初为什么决定成立这家新公司？

RQ：我希望尽我所能，使更多的人受益匪浅。我从事出版商已有12年了，所以我很清楚这行的运作模式，但是创办《观览中国》真的是一大挑战，特别是和外国同事近距离办公。如果彼此间没有信任，任何事情都是冷漠的，没有感情的。我觉得数字很让人心寒。

DE：什么叫数字让人心寒？

RQ：如果一切以金钱数字为标准，怎么能更好地发展这本杂志？通过数字，或者利益关系，就能评价一本书的优劣吗？人们也许会用一种友好的方式去谈论收益，但背后关心的还是金钱数目。我认为这种想法是错的，《观览中国》想要帮助大家去意识到这点。

DE：你对那些善于深入探索事物的作家很感兴趣，这一点让我很吃惊，感觉和《孤独星球》做的很不一样。

RQ：我感觉《孤独星球》做不到这样，虽然员工工作很卖力，但是他们也很难去深入的了解中国文化。《观览中国》提供了很多深入全面的信息，但它的内容已不仅仅涉及文化方面了，我希望我们能发掘并揭示更多的问题，观点的对与错不重要，重要的是这个问题的的揭示深度，好让读者深入了解当下的中国。

DE：这本杂志是中英双语的，好赞啊！读者大部分是中国人还是外国人呢？你之前提到中国人对老外报道的中国消息很感兴趣。

RQ：中国人和老外都有关注这本杂志。比如说，目前我们杂志以国际热点为主题—性别。全球范围内，所有人都在讨论这个话题，但是对于那些生活在异国他乡的国人来说，他们会很困惑“中国当下正在发生什么重大事件呢？”“中国的大环境是怎样的？”，因此我想要去描述和揭示这些问题。一方面，深度报道中国当下时事是这本杂志的精华所在，另一方面，中国读者很在意中文翻译文本。

DE：我很好奇，为什么中国读者那么关注西方人对中国的看法？

RQ：很多中国人想要了解西方人的价值观，想要了解国际社会对中国的看法，所以为了这些年轻人，我们的杂志被译成了中文，这样他们就更容易发现文化差异了。比方说，西方作家如何报道剩女....这观念在中国很正常啊，但是在西方人眼里就觉得很奇怪！

DE：是的，我觉得这是个很有趣的观念。

RQ：对我来说，这现象太常见了，你为什么会觉得奇怪？了解你觉得奇怪的原因能帮助我理解西方对中国的看法。我虽能力有限，但我一直很想去传达信任的重要性，不论对方伤我多深，我都能打从心底里感到温暖。我相信，有一天，我们会意识到信任的重要性。

权新颖Rose简介

Rose 是一个旅游探险家，图书出版商兼企业家。她担任旅游图书出版商已有13年了，并且她分别在欧洲和国有企业从事旅游行业已超过15年。在她的职业生涯中，她曾担任许多家公司的创始人和执行董事。

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