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Zee Gorman's Writings

Jan.05.2012
August 31st. 1991, Los Angeles. My transcontinental flight landed at LAX. It was noon. Looking out of the window, I saw a large Caucasian male operating a luggage trailer. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his tanned forearms. A working American! This was something I had never seen in my life. I associated the word “American” with the Western tourists in the...
Short Story
Jan.05.2012
Mr. Yang was a perfect man because he was from Shenzhen. “In Shenzhen,” Mr. Yang said, “we don’t take buses. We take a company car or a taxi. Even if we’re going to the next block, we take a taxi.” The packed bus made an untimely jerk. A sweaty man in his sweaty crew shirt slammed into Mr. Yang’s perfect suit and caused Mr. Yang to clench his teeth and roll his...
Short Story
Jan.05.2012
Growing up during the Cultural Revolution means that you celebrate the birth of Mao Zedong every day, but you don’t ever celebrate your own birthdays. So on the day I turned twelve, I was expecting it to be just another day.         At one minute to six in the morning, I was wandering deep in Monkey King’s Flower Fruit Mountain...