I was living in China. I was given the task of painting black the interior of a huge room, as large as an auditorium. As I took my bucket of black paint and began, I looked over the texture of the walls. They were quite old and in places had plaster board haphazardly nailed over them. Underneath the plasterboard in some places were small blue tiles, which looked as if they had once been quite elegant. I picked up a piece of the irregular shaped tile, trying to picture how it had once looked.

I was happy to be in China. I knew the work was going to be laborious, but I felt as if I were going to learn so much, it would be well worth it.

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