12 hour days? 500 Euros a month? Life in Europe isn't easy for the average Chinese migrant worker.
I never thought I'd be that kind of tourist. But here I am in Italy, doing exactly what I think Chinese immigrants shouldn't do when they are in a foreign country: Speak only to other Chinese and eat only in Chinese restaurants.
Chinese immigrants are leaving behind the factory life and opening up bars across Spain and Italy. What do the Chinese know about running bars? Coffee and wine are a way of life here in Europe. Can an immigrant be a part of this scene here in Europe?
YPRES, Belgium — Under pristine, white tombstones in the British military cemeteries dotting the landscape throughout Belgium and northern France, the graves of thousands of Chinese labourers can be found. You just have to know where to look.
The most popular dish at all the Chinese restaurants across Holland is, without a doubt, Babi panggang. Haven't heard of it before? Neither did I, until I came to the Netherlands.
It's Saturday morning in Rotterdam and I find myself at a place I once dreaded as a child: Chinese school.
I'm about to embark on a two-month research trip to Europe where I'll be connecting with Qingtian emigrants and communities in six different countries. First stop: The Netherlands.
Some Italians are saying 'no' to kebabs, Chinese takeout and sushi as they "struggle to hold onto centuries-old culinary traditions in the face of globalisation and immigration."
I'm going on a road trip. But it's not just any road trip. I am setting off across Europe to meet Chinese migrants in the Netherlands, France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Portugal and Hungary. But I need your help!!
Qingtian 青田 is mountainous county in Zhejiang 浙江 Province, 300 miles south of Shanghai. For more than 200 years, its people have sought to escape a life of wretched poverty. So they went out. Today, more than 200,000 people – amounting to half of Qingtian's current population – live in more than 120 countries around...
There's a sort of obsession going about town. It's June in Qingtian, on the south-east coast of China, and everyone is talking about yang-mei 杨梅: a round, sweet, dimpled fruit that ripens to a deep shade of brilliant red.
Driving in China is like going on a suicide mission. Every day, I am at the mercy of audacious taxi drivers and reckless bus drivers. Some might call them valiant; I call them foolhardy. Most in China accept it as 'normal.' But the fact is these dare devils put our lives at risk every day.
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