Waiting at the London City Airport for a flight to Reykjavik, I was watching, on my iPad, The Last Emperor, a biopic on Puyi – from his ascent to the Chinese throne as an infant, to his imprisonment and political rehabilitation by the Communists. A middle-aged Chinese sitting next to me, I noticed, resembled the film’s emperor – the same form and stature, the same face and expressions, the same round spectacles. It could have been Puyi dressed in casuals, not the gaudy plumage of a monarch or a grim uniform of a prisoner. With glowing eyes and a puzzled look, I said to him: “You look just like The Last Emperor”.
Roaring with laughter, he said: “To you guys, all us Chinese look the same.”
“That’s what Mao said to Nixon too – that all Americans look the same,” I chipped in. And then we got talking. I don’t recall his name – but it wasn’t Chow Mien or Chop Suey. He was a history professor. For the rest of the journey, we were engrossed in a most enlightening conversation, though he did most of the talking.
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