Postcard from a blue tracksuit
America’s been great. I just came back from the laundromat with Liu and Yao, we had to drop off our blue tracksuits and get some of that blood out (those Tibetan monks, one little nick and it’s like a geyser, I tell you).
Coming back up to our rooms in the hotel lift a guy asked if we’d seen any of those “thug Chinese guys with the Olympic torch.” Liu is still picking teeth out of his knuckles.