exchanges, for business or for personal reasons.
Curious to find out more, I sat down beside a British man, who seemed to be in his 80s, and started a conversation.
The man, whose name is Bill, told me that he first went to Hong Hong in 1949 as a young soldier. There, he met a Chinese friend with whom he kept in touch for years.
Now the friend has died and his family, living in Shanghai, invited Bill to visit them for six weeks.
This heartwarming story of friendship was an antidote to criticism of China that I had been reading recently in British newspapers.
“Bill, there seems to be so much fear in the press about