Yesterday afternoon we found ourselves in a village on the edge of Yibin. We were looking for evidence of a school where Esther had worked in 1939. It had originally been established in Yibin, but because of bombing by the Japanese, it had moved out to this village for a year.
We found it (again, thanks to the help of the village Party Secretary), and stopped in to visit just as the school day ended.
My usefulness as a translator had dropped to ZERO out there since the local dialect was completely unintelligible to my northern-trained ears, so while Noel and Mr. B walked around with the village Party Secretary and school headmaster, I took pictures of the kids.
Several of them whipped out their cell phones and started taking pictures of me.
Welcome to the new China!