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cage had a hole in the top, and the monkey was strapped down in a little  chair
               inside the cage. (The cage was built with the little  chair in it.) The waiter opened
               the cage, grabbed the monkey by the hair of its head, took a meat cleaver and
               whacked off the top of his scalp.  My distributor friend then ate the live, raw brains

               with chop sticks as I watched the monkey squirm. When he was through eating the
               delicacy, the waiter came and removed the cage. I never really  understood why you
               had to eat them raw; they said you couldn’t cook them. They never really  gave a
               reason why, but they had to be eaten raw.

               The Chinese are proud people, and they truly believe in saving face. If they
               purchased a product that was not compatible with their old equipment, they would
               dump it in the sea rather than return it; this is quite different from the U.S.

               approach.

               Being an American, I was a VIP and issued a large badge with my photo and name
               on it. It allowed me to go anywhere in communist China without being escorted.
               Since I was there and curious, I wanted to learn, so between working sessions, I
               walked into school rooms and street businesses. One time I even went into the

               Beijing  Children’s Hospital. I walked down the halls and saw that a surgery was
               being performed. In the hospital’s operating room was a small girl  about five years
               old having a growth removed from her groin. No pain killer  or anesthesia was used
               - only acupuncture needles! Acupuncture is usually used for physiological
               problems like  fingernail  biting, bed wetting, or nervous twitches – but surgery?
               Needles were sticking out of her eyelids, forehead, and ears. I took photographs.


               One afternoon I had a headache, and our Chinese marketing  manager said he
               would take me to the local pharmacy, which ended up being a wall  of boxes on
               shelves with twigs and bark in them. He explained  to the young girl at the counter,
               probably 14 years old, what I needed. Then she turned to him and asked what size
               condom I wore. Small, medium or large?  This was during the time when China had
               a law of only one child per family,  and being in their country, she had to obey the

               law, which required her to supply condoms as a means of birth control. After many
               hand gestures and giggles  between them, I said, “I will  take one of each since I
               don’t know how excited I am going to get.” [Chuckle, chuckle!] They thought my
               response was great! She handed me all three with a bag of bark to place in boiling
               water for my headache. Upon returning  to my office, the marketing  manager




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