Oh, so it's like that.
Hopped off the plane at PEK with baggage and ill jetlaggin’, my nose was greeted by the same dull aroma of cigarettes and dust I remember from five years ago. Bittersweet nostalgia made me thirteen again, reluctant to leave as my grandpa and uncle saw us off at the gates. Funny how powerful smells are. Five years and I’ve missed too much. My parents went back a lot at random times of...