be a national holiday, but it’s a day like any other for the thousands of workers building the structure. The
foreman of one of the gangs of workers, Mr Zhu (the name of a famous poet, he says) was in a jolly mood.
“Hello,” he said, “have you come to look at what we’ve built.”
I congratulated him on his workmanship and asked him some more questions:
“We’re all from Baoding in Hebei
province. There are sixty of us here; the oldest is Mr Zheng over there, he’s 48; and this is ‘Wang',
he’s only 22.
“We’ve been working on this for a year and will finish
I asked him what he planned to do after that:
“Go home for a rest!” he said laughing.
“We don’t know what we will do
next, but I’m sure something will come up. It always does.”
“What about the Olympics,”
I asked, “Will you be able to come back and watch it?”
“My boss will give
me 6 tickets to dish out to my best workers. So, yes, I and they will come back for a day or two.”
“Who do you think will win the most gold medals?” was perhaps a silly question, but I asked it anyway.
“China, of course!”
At this he led his team in a chorus of “Zhongguo
dui, jia you!”
["Come on, China!"]