While I was on the bus today, random Chinese person no.1 started up a conversation with me...its a conversation (or better an interogation) that I have had so often with random Chinese people that I think every Chinese person was forced, by threat of death, to memorize when they were children. It is a conversation that I've repeated so much I can say it when I'm dead asleep. Many times I have to change it just to keep my sanity (not to mention being bored to death with my own answers). Since I was a captive audience (locked on the crowded bus) decided that today was good day to change it up. I said (when asked where I was from) that I was from China. When this met with a look of incredulity I began to explain how I am an ethnic minority from China's northwestern border and had come to the city as a representative of my people to seek answers from the government at why they have failed to investigate the corruption that was taking place back home. I explained that is why I can speak Chinese but of course not as good as him. Random Chinese person no. 1 was momentarily at a loss for words but seemed quite believing of the tale I told. Fortunately, before he could speak (ie: interrogate again) my stop had arrived and I slipped out the back door vigorously shaking his hand and calling for all peoples Han and minority alike to join together in the battle against corruption. If I'm not mistaken as I turned to step off the bus I saw a tear form around the edge of his eye. As I lifted my head to the cold air I felt good...a job well done (because I know that without a doubt he will relay the story I had just told him to his buddies and family...another lie perpetrated in the cause of boredom.)