From Margaret Curtis - A Foreign Expert

From Chongqing Technical and Business University, Sichuan Province, China
November2, 2008 Margaret Curtis

We the foreign experts…

I was summoned to the Foreign Advisors Office a while back, and was presented with a small red book, not unlike a passport. It bears the gold insignia of the People’s Republic of China and it is imprinted with the words “Foreign Experts Certificate” in gold lettering. My photo and name are inside, so I guess that’s what I must be – a Foreign Expert. I seem to have achieved this status by virtue of the fact that I speak English. It is gratifying to receive such a high honor when one has exerted so little effort.

I remember that first stifling hot week being directed to a small photographic studio on campus. I sat on a metal stool and was photographed several times. My wan smile and damp hair attest to the 100F temperature. The picture was processed through some government office and now here it is, embossed in gold. The document is set to expire on January 31, 2009, the date my CTBU contract ends, so I guess after that time I will no longer hold this exalted status. In the meantime, that’s who I am – a foreign expert.

I’m not the only foreign expert, I hasten to add. Living in the apartment below me is Tony, an oriental person raised in Singapore but long since settled in Perth, Australia, where he worked as an aircraft engineer for Quantas, and where he raised his family. Then there is Hugh from California. He is also oriental ethnically, and speaks very good Mandarin. He is here to perfect the Chongqin dialect, after which he is headed towards a splendid career with the UN. He is very good looking, tall and thin and becoming thinner. At twenty five years, he is the youngest among us. He lives at the top of the mountain in the Foreign Experts Building. Three young Dutchmen live up there also. They seem like a jolly trio, but unfortunately our paths rarely cross. Gordon is an African American, a big cheerful guy. He has been here a year or two, so he has a life.

If you can believe it, we are the outer rim of the Peace Corps operation. Peace Corps workers regard this as the crème de la crème of a placement because they get to live in apartments, and drinking water is provided. The two Peace Corps people here are well qualified and do a great job. They are not paid by the university. The U.S. Government pays their travel expenses and living allowance. They have a two year contract and are known as “the volunteers”.

I forgot about Bill Hong. His ethnicity is Chinese but he was born and raised in San Francisco and doesn’t speak Mandarin. The Chinese people look on him with disbelief. He is a computer whiz, and in real life solves computer problems by phone for huge amounts of money. And then there is Triona, an Irish woman who has returned for her fifth year at CTBU. I call her Mother Theresa of Chongqing. It was she that brought me pumpkin soup and a cheese sandwich (on very dry bread) when I was down and out with Mao’s revenge….She quietly distributes her meager earnings to poor students that otherwise could not afford food or textbooks.