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Answering where I call home is always tricky. As I say “Shanghai,” rhyming it with an American vernacular to “Slang-high,” I grimace and anticipate the shock. “Wow, your English is really amazing,” is usually the first response. Following a series of “Wow, were you adopted?” or “Did you come here when you were really young?” I finish the song and dance of explaining that … [Read more...] about The Cost of My Skyline: A Reflection on Shanghai