摘要
MY China story,about the profound influence China has had on my life from childhood through to the present,is a long one that I hope will continue far into the future.I spent a great deal of my boyhood,more than 65 years ago,leafing through all kinds of books,admittedly drawn more to their vivid illustrations than texts.They included travel literature encompassing works by German zoologist Ernst Haeckel on Insulinde,the Latin name for what we call today Indonesia.Wonderstruck at their exotic images,especially of volcanoes,I vowed to see these distant outposts for myself.My dream was to venture beyond Southeast Asia to East Asia as a whole-to Japan and,of course,to China.
