No One is Moving

No One is Moving

No One is Moving

What’s this? It’s a traffic jam in the Muslim Quarter of Xian, China. I’m just trying to walk down the street, what street there is, and I come across a jam-up, cram-up of bicycles, pedestrians, cars, scooters and other assorted vehicles. You know it’s a bad jam-up when the pedestrians can’t get through. Someone has to back up and no one’s giving ground. The insults and insinuations are flying about. At least I thing they are. Truth is, I really don’t know what they are saying to each other. All I can go by is the tone, which sounds anything but complimentary.