Chinese moment II

On a train seat in the northeast of China, I’ve been drowsing for an hour or two, sitting next to the aisle. I wake up, feeling my calf getting splashed. I open my eyes and see a dad on the other side of the aisle, holding his young son over the aisle for him to… urinate.

On the floor. In the train.

Two hours and a half left, watching this puddle of smelly piss slowly spreading throughout the wagon as passersby walk in it.

China.