I got to China mid-September, I still remember the day, at first “foggy” as my airplane settled onto the ground, which later gave way to a bright, sunny morning. I was a little unsure if anyone was to going to meet me at the airport, but thank god there was. They took me to an apartment where two American foreign English teachers had been living for the past 10 days. And then I experience my first true “Chinese” experience – instead of calling them, or buzzing the apartment (they didn’t know the number) we had to call up to the 5th floor and hope one of the two Americans would hear us. After about 10 min (when I was thinking “what is going on…?!”) one of the guys came jogging up – he had been out for his morning run. We introduced ourselves (Mike was his name), and then the first thing he said to me was that his lungs were burning, it was too polluted to run in China and that was the last time he was going to try.