The Girl from Beijing
The subway back from the Forbidden City had standing room only.
My left hand hung on to the overhead rail, dozing in and out, lulled by the rhythm of metal wheels on train tracks. I must have been quite a sight. Camera clutched in the other hand, media pass dangling from my neck, and worn Nikes with a lace untied.
For the past week, I had been working 12-hour shifts at the Olympic Media Center, then…