20ماجراجویی در زبان. عبور از چین، کانتون 1969

Crossing Into China, Canton 1969

In1969 I was finally able to see the China of my imagination, and to use Mandarin in an environment where it was the national language. I crossed into China from Hong Kong at the Lowu bridge near a small village called Shen Zhen.

From the waiting room of the train station I could just make out the rows of low traditional peasant houses behind the posters with slogans exhorting the people to greater revolutionary efforts.

Today, this quiet village has become one of the largest cities in China, a vast urban sprawl of modern skyscrapers and thriving capitalism, and a leader in high tech, fashion and more.

As a foreigner, I was automatically seated in the soft seat section on the train to Canton( today’s Guangzhou).

This entitled me to a cup of flower tea, which was regularly refreshed with more hot water by an attendant as the train rode through Southern Guangdong Province with its hills of red earth and green rice fields.

I strained to listen to the constant political messages being broadcast on the train’s public address system.

In Canton I stayed at the Dong Fang Hotel, a Soviet style hotel which accommodated the European and North American businessmen. The Japanese and Overseas Chinese stayed elsewhere, according to the arrangements of the Chinese authorities.

China was caught up in the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution. Early every morning the guests of the Dong Fang Hotel were wakened to the stirring strains of Chinese revolutionary and patriotic music.

The walls of the city were covered in slogans. The air of this southern city was heavy with warm humidity and tension. Military personnel were in evidence everywhere.

To a foreigner visiting for a short period, Canton seemed pleasant. There was very little traffic. The semi- tropical vegetation of Canton’s many parks was lush and green.

The pace of life appeared leisurely, especially when compared to the hustle of Hong Kong. In addition, the legendary cuisine of Canton did not disappoint. There was a selection of excellent restaurants at reasonable prices.

Still, it was impossible not to notice the mood of tension and discouragement among many of the people.

Being a foreign diplomat, I was assigned a guide from the China Travel Service whose duty it was to keep an eye on me.

We spoke in Chinese and exchanged views on many subjects. One day I asked him how he put up with the constant barrage of slogans.

My guide, a product of Mao’s China and obviously security- cleared to guide foreign diplomats replied, “ It is like Dr. Goebbels said in the Second World War. If you tell a lie a thousand times, it becomes the truth!”

So much for stereotypes! Far from accepting all the propaganda, this person was well read and had an opinion of his own. I was amazed!

Throughout1969 and1970 I was a regular visitor to the Canton International Trade Fair in my capacity as a Trade Commissioner. I was there to help Canadian businessmen in their discussions with the representatives of Chinese trading corporations.

During the Cultural Revolution, the discussion was about politics as much as it was about business, much to the frustration of visiting Canadians. I tried to understand what was really going on in China but it was rather difficult.

I was often invited to various presentations of the latest showing of Chinese Revolutionary Opera, revised and approved for its ideological content by Jiang Qing( Chairman Mao’s wife), leader of the Gang of Four who ran China in those days.

Around that time, Canada was involved in negotiations with China to establish diplomatic relations. I discovered that Canada did not have its own interpreter present and relied on the Chinese side to do the interpreting.

Even though I was a lowly language student, I immediately wrote a letter to the director of Canada’s Foreign Service. I protested that not to use our own interpreter was demeaning to Canada’s image and discouraging to those of us who were studying Chinese for the government.

I recommended that my colleague Martin Collacott, who had been studying for a year longer than me, should be assigned to the negotiations. Martin was soon on his way to Stockholm, where the negotiations were taking place.

In1970, Canada established diplomatic relations with the People’s Republic of China. In October of that year, I accompanied the first Canadian delegation to Beijing for a ten day visit to help locate an Embassy building for Canada and make other administrative arrangements.

The old city with its grey walls and hidden courtyards felt like one big forbidden city. The Imperial Palace( also known officially as The Forbidden City) was majestic in its scale.

In the maze of Hutungs or lanes which surrounded it, I was reminded of Lao She’s famous novel, Rickshaw Boy.

I pictured to myself the people living behind these walls quietly carrying on the ageless traditions of Chinese culture: painting, calligraphy, Peking Opera, or poetry, while outside the authorities were trying to discredit this very legacy for reasons of their own.

Every morning for breakfast we ate caviar which had come from the Ussuri River. We dined on Peking duck and had dinner in a Mongolian Restaurant that dated from the1400 s.

In those days there were no modern buildings and the city looked much as it had for centuries. There was little traffic, other than the bicycles fighting a stiff autumn wind blowing in from the Central Asian steppes.

I thoroughly enjoyed my visits to China, even though it was not easy to approach the people of China on a personal basis. I visited China a few times in the seventies and early eighties, then was not able to visit again until2002.

Returning after such a long absence, I found the rate of new construction and the transformation of China simply unbelievable.

After all my efforts at learning Chinese, thanks to the changes taking place in China today, I will finally have opportunities to use Mandarin regularly and develop business and personal relationships with ordinary Chinese people.

This is very satisfying, since the goal of language study is communication with people.