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Inside this little house – on the ground floor – lived a little, 90 year old, happy lady. Every time we saw each other we would say “hello” … me in bad Mandarin, her with a massive toothless smile.
Today I found out she died.
While the family have put up a lovely photo of her up in the front room, Yanqing Lu will never quite be the same for me.
RIP lovely lady, thank you for making me welcome from the moment I arrived. I won’t forget.