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304 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2002
“What ideas you have, Nini. So naïve, so young. I’m afraid that idealism like yours won’t last long in this world,” she says sadly. “Will the Jews not hate you for wearing the cross and the Christians despise you for being a Jew?”
“Mama, your generation was born in fear, but we are free,” I respond indignantly. “This isn’t one of those uncivilized villages in Poland where primitive superstitions and ignorance confined you. You don’t understand the new wave of political power that’s about to emerge. This, after all, is our Vienna! Hitler’s a buffoon. Once reason is established again, he’ll be thrown into jail where he and his mad ideas can rot!”
"Shanghai, China, Nini, just think of it. It seems to me that we are being exiled from humanity, from all the civilized world. Still, with the insanity that has overtaken the entire globe, I suppose we should be thankful that any place, no matter how wicked or far, is willing to accept us."
“Shanghai,” he says, chuckling in disgust. “A good place to send you Jews to die. There will be a slow death for you all. Go to the stinking hole of yellow-skinned mongrels. At least you won’t be here to spread your contagion.”
"Thick hordes of people swarm the pier and coalesce into one throbbing dark mass, a monster with hundreds of wriggling arms and legs that surrounds and threatens to devour us whole."
"We look in dismay at the dark masses of people,"
"There is a powerful mixture of odours from bodies pressed too closely together and the peculiar aromas coming from the food being cooked in steaming pots out in the open."
"Our expectations of a bizarre world are exceeded at every turn as our vehicle rumbles through the streets, and as we are being jostled about we observe all manner of wares being loudly hawked – tiny bright-feathered birds twittering in bamboo cages, frogs croaking in others, eels writhing in barrels and live carp sloshing in tubs. Our stomachs bob up and down and many of us are sick along the way, fainting, vomiting, overcome by it all, and still the truck does not stop until we reach our destination."
"Chinese servants speak in “pidgin English” and remember to keep their place. They are hardly more than slaves, tending to every need and whim, and bowing in obsequious servitude. They pad about in soft small steps, unobtrusive and efficient, made to humble themselves before the strangers who have invaded their land."
"A mutual respect is gradually nurtured between us and these strange people, although it may never develop into complete trust."
"Although Poldi has told me not to take a chance on this strange food for fear it might be contaminated, we sneak out all the same and hurry to the spot to eat our forbidden delicacy."
"We have become accustomed to the smells of the local cooking that repelled us when we first arrived, and now the European refugees are even scooping rice and exotic delicacies into their mouths with chopsticks, in the Oriental style."
"We have always maintained a separation from the Chinese and they from us. To them we are white foreigners. We employ them as fur finishers and as servants, as have the others who have come before us. Although we are aware of the injustice in this, we accept it. Things do not change easily."
“Despite the relaxed mood and certain prosperity that peace has brought to us, and although we have spent years living in Shanghai, we still feel like outsiders, never truly integrated into this part of the world.”
”We have learned something of the ancient civilization of the Chinese and have come to appreciate their artistry. Our first impressions of this land had been of a coarse people, uncivilized by European standards, but we have come to respect their ancient culture and customs.”