About the Author
Chia Chen was born and raised in Hangzhou, China. In 1987 she came to Amierica to study and obtained a BA in Creative Writing from Queens College. 'Among The 36 Strategies, Running Away is the Top One' is her first novel. This book was inspired by her first return-home trip in 1994. She set the stories in her hometown Hangzhou, a beautiful city known as the "Paradise on Earth" to the Chinese. She lives in her second hometown New York. She is a freelance fiction writer and is working on her second book.
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My left eyelid begins twitching when I arrive at the China Airline Terminal. This makes me feel nervous. Grandma used to teach me that if a woman's left eyelid twitched, something bad would happen. My hand presses the eyelid hard, but it continues twitching. I stop at the scanning machine, looking at the moving belt and then at my carry-on bag. I lift it up and put it down again. My hesitation stops the proceeding. "Miss, put your bag on the belt," the security guard says to me. I still hold the bag, doing nothing. The passenger behind me puts his bag on the belt and passes me. He gives me a dirty look and says something in Cantonese. The people behind him add some Cantonese as an agreement. I ignore them, but reluctantly place my bag on the belt, praying in silence that they will not ask me to open it. As I am going through the security gate, the alarm goes off. "Miss, step aside," a female guard says to me. She signals me to raise my arms and then scans me with the hand scanner. It is the metal buckle on my leather belt around my waist. Finally she lets me go. I rush to the end of the scanning machine and am so happy to see my bag unopened. It has passed the scanner. I drag the bag, walking as fast as I can, away from the security area. My hand grabs the handle so tightly that the palm is sweating. when I reach the waiting area, I am stunned to see a full house of Chinese passengers. Am I in New York or am I in China? I have to ask my self, feeling quite confused. For the past seven years living in America, I have never seen a single place as Chinese-dominant as here, not even in Chinatown, or the Little Chinatown -- Flushing. There is a white man with a beard and a black guy wearing a baseball cap in this Chinese flow. The two look rather misplaced, lost in the Chinese sea. They are attracting attention. Though the waiting area is crowded, no Chinese jam around the non-Chinese. I eye an empty seat next to the white and move over. "Excuse me, can I sit here?" I ask "Please," he pleasantly invites. He is sick of being singled out and glad to receive some friendliness. I thank him and take the seat. Suddenly, I sense looks form all directions. Turning around, I find myself the focus of attention. Their looks are icy cold. I look back. They don't look away. Then I have to. It is too confrontational. Chinese hold onto their own people and reject non-Chinese. Inter-race socializing, dating or marriage is like bringing the Devil to Chinese society. 'Yang Gui Zi' (Foreign Devils) -- that is what Chinese people historically called foreigners. They are more polite these days; they call them 'Da Bi Zi' (Big Noses) or 'Wei Guo Ren' (Foreigners). They don't separate one nation from another, for instance, 'Mei Guo Ren' (Americans) from 'De Guo Ren' (Germans), 'Yi Da Li Ren' (Italians) from 'Fa Guo Ren' (Frenchmen), 'Xi Ban Ya Ren'(Spanish) from 'La Mei Guo Ren' (Hispanics). What is the difference? In this world human beings are categorized into two groups: Chinese and non-Chinese, 'Wei Guo Ren' (Foreigners). Chinese are quiet and patient, but stubborn and determined. In their quietness is their passion, which has the power of a volcano or a quake. The tension I am feeling here is more intense than what I felt when hanging out with my non-Chinese friends in Chinatown, where other peoples mingled with Chinese crowds.