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Being an "Over"

We are chinesized Uigur-Deutsh Moslem people, living in Ning-xia Hui Autonomous Region of China, a municipality in the west of the country. We were said to be the Aryan that Nazi Germany had been looking for in World War II. It has taken me many years to find out our origin, mainly through the linguistic analysis and comparison of our colloquial vocabulary. Due to the compulsory chinesization under the authority of Ming Dynasty, there are only few words inherited in our daily speeches. The German "Nein" is the most popular word, and widely used, while "Jawohl" is less favored. Not until recently when I heard "over" from a colleague of mine did I realize the word is both used in English and our language. However, "over" sounds like a person unwanted to our ears. It is so offensive that only one's elders are allowed to abuse some youngster with it. This word also reminded me of a fellow who had drunken alkohol before Angela Merkel and

Being an "Over"

We are chinesized Uigur-Deutsh Moslem people, living in Ning-xia Hui Autonomous Region of China, a municipality in the west of the country. We were said to be the Aryan that Nazi Germany had been looking for in World War II. It has taken me many years to find out our origin, mainly through the linguistic analysis and comparison of our colloquial vocabulary. Due to the compulsory chinesization under the authority of Ming Dynasty, there are only few words inherited in our daily speeches. The German "Nein" is the most popular word, and widely used, while "Jawohl" is less favored. Not until recently when I heard "over" from a colleague of mine did I realize the word is both used in English and our language. However, "over" sounds like a person unwanted to our ears. It is so offensive that only one's elders are allowed to abuse some youngster with it. This word also reminded me of a fellow who had drunken alkohol before Angela Merkel and Hillary C

The hospitality of Hillary Clinton

During her days visiting me before my dorm along with Mrs. Merkel, Mrs. Hillary Clinton played a joke on me one night, when she amused herself asking me if I liked putin and rice. I was shocked by her, who was smiling like a Cheshire cat. I told her that I was not hungry at all and wondered why she had to ask me about that. "It is aweful to eat putin and rice together" I said. My claim turned out to be amusing enough when I heard her laughing out with the rest. Just then, I saw Vladimir Putin and Condoleezza Rice coming out of a dorm, bending as they appeared before me. Suddenly, I realized why Mrs. Clinton had joked like that. Mr. Putin came to me and tried his best to turn me around while I was floating in the air like an astronaut. Mrs. Rice kept cold and said nothing. Mrs. Clinton had been raising her head high even when my English teacher, an American Chinese, Mrs. Chen Ye, complained to her that the American government had been always hiding certain secrets about alie