And a surreal Christmas to you, too
Two years ago, it was on a Friday. We had re-scheduled our classes in late morning to take the subway downtown. Rush-hour was long past. There were only two other foreigners among the crowd. We exchanged greetings, then short, conspiratorial introductions: outsiders on the same mission. Did it matter if no one else seemed to know or care? One, an "old China hand," signaled us when to get off, how to find the entrance into the baroque façade of the South Cathedral, home to Beijing's tiny community of Christians.