Archive for June, 2010

Living and Travelling in Politically Awkward Places


2010
06.03

Tomorrow will be the somethingth anniversary of an event that may or may not have taken place in a way that may or may not have been reported. This event is one of the three forbidden T-words that foreign teachers have been warned not to bring up in class. One involves a large square where stuff might have happened (or, hey, maybe not!), another refers to a region out west, and the other is considered a renegade state.   Because tomorrow is the anniversary of the thing that didn’t really happen, Hotmail is blocked. Last year, Facebook and Twitter disappeared when something else happened (or not, depending on how you look at it).  Wordpress.com and Blogspot have been unavailable for as long as I have been here.

My students have one version of history in their heads and I have another one, wholly different on many levels, running around in confused circles in my brain. I should mention that my undergraduate degree was in modern [this country's name] revolutionary history- the intersection between art and politics from the 19XX until now.  I am aware of one or two things.

When one moves to this country, particularly to the bigger cities in the East where everything is shiny and new, it’s really easy to forget where you are. The Big Character political posters of the old days are gone; no big socialist realist murals with shiny faced peasants enjoying farming sorghum or building engines at Number One Model Screwdriver Factory, no obvious signs that you are anywhere where there is anything happening that you might want to be careful about.  There is more overt police presence in London or Istanbul than there is here. Your employers remind you to mind your Ts and you get on with business. You drink your espressos at Starbucks, read your Western magazines that can be freely bought at news stands (including Time, Newsweek, the Economist),  read books by Jan Wong or Philip Pan and surf the internet with your favourite VPN.  It’s easy to put any questions out of your mind.  Many foreign workers here have very little clear idea of what happened even ten, fifteen years ago, let alone thirty or forty.  I dare you to stop and think about what your 60 year old neighbour went through in her life, what adults who were in university twenty years ago faced. It makes you stop and think.  Remember, Hotmail is blocked today. Why is it blocked?

The question of living in or visiting politically awkward places came up a few weeks ago when we decided to go to Burma, aka Myanmar, aka nasty scary junta-run country with an international embargo placed on it for its many human rights infringements. Reading up extensively on it, we learned that the internet is heavily monitored and topics for discussion are limited and monitored when possible.  A lot of not good things happen in regions where foreigners need special permits to enter.  It started sounding kinda familiar.

We thought a lot about our motivations for going there and how we could go whilst creating the least amount of damage to the people there and giving the least amount of financial assistance to those in power.  We’ve been planning our routes based on availability of non-government accommodation and transportation. We are trying to tread lightly and carefully.

When we moved here, I had no such qualms though I knew what I was entering, politically.  I didn’t spend two weeks thinking about how I’d justify to my friends why I was going to a place whose politics had some dark patches that couldn’t really be brushed away casually.  What are the boundaries between visiting places that have iffy track records but international support, and those who have been cut off from the world for what they’ve done?  Why South Africa in the 1980s and not USA in the 1950s?  A friend of mine spent a year in Chile while Pinochet was still in power. Others were in Nicaragua and El Salvador during their rougher years.

The question, for me, is still out there, not wholly formed. I’m not sure if I can or need to justify where I’ve been, where I’ve lived, or where I plan to go.  I do need to keep thinking about it though.

I’m consciously not tagging this post with anything concrete. You can probably guess why.

I can see Alaska from my flat


2010
06.02

We got the keys today. The new flat up on the 16th floor of the only tall building on our block is now ours for a year, if not longer.  It’s a marvellous feeling stepping into an impeccable- though dusty– empty flat and flinging open all the windows (oh, so many windows) and just looking out at the world. I’ve already shown you my neighbourhood, now I’m going to show you my new home.

The Living Room Faces West

The Kitchen is Tangerine! And it has a balcony!

This bedroom has a balcony!

The Other Bedroom has a wall of windows

She is our neighbour

We move in this Sunday.  Very exciting to be in a flat that isn’t cramped and dark and falling apart.

How to Rent a Flat in Shanghai and Maintain Your Sanity


2010
06.01

In the past year and a half since I moved to Shanghai, I have had to move twice.

The first time was two and a half months into my first lease, when my landlord suddenly decided he felt like  selling my flat. I had two choices: I could vacate within two weeks and get one month’s compensation for my troubles plus my deposit back, or I could take my contract’s  one-month’s-notice clause and forfeit the compensation and  allow estate agents to show my flat to buyers at their convenience.  Neither option was reasonable, and, as I discovered through the assistant at my school, they weren’t exactly legal either. You are entitled to two months‘ compensation up front if you are booted out early with no warning and they are not entitled to show your flat while you are still in it.

That was my first flat.

After kicking up a terrible fuss, I pocketed my two months’ compensation and my deposit and moved into Doug’s flat in the French Concession.  After a year spent enjoying the broken shower stall, dry rot, noisily renovating neighbours, a mysterious nocturnal smoke monster, disintegrating and stained furniture and archaic drains, our landlord kindly gave us three months’ warning in early May that he wanted to move back in come September but would need some time to renovate over the summer (apparently he doesn’t care for dry rot or broken shower stalls either).  We were planning to leave anyway when our 6-month extension was up in August but the news meant we had to start looking immediately to be out on time.

Lesson # 1: Try to avoid renting a flat just as a major local event is kicking off (think, Olympics, Expo).  Prices have skyrocketed because of the Shanghai 2010 Expo and availability is down.  We were shown flats identical to our current one (just upstairs, in fact) that were 1500rmb/month more expensive.  They weren’t even nicer.

Lesson#2: Don’t honestly tell estate agents your expected rental price range. Go about 20-30% lower than what you expect to pay and let them persuade you up to it.  I was foolish when I first started looking and I honestly told them our maximum price was 8000rmb a month. So, for two weeks, I was shown around to a pointless series of 9000rmb flats. I repeatedly restated our maximum and was repeatedly dragged to places far above it. I changed tactics for my next round, and said we were looking for flats in the 6000-7000rmb range.  We were shown a series of 8000rmb flats. Much better.

Lesson#3: Negotiate. Everything is negotiable. Our landlords lowered our rent, threw in a free fapiao (the stamped rental receipt that normally costs 5% of the rent that Doug needs to get his housing allowance) and gave us a 2600rmb budget to buy brand new mattresses for the flat.  They also initially wanted 2 months’ deposit but accepted one month.

Lesson#4: Don’t use the city-wide English speaking agents. They only want to deal with the flats that cater to the monied expats. If you don’t feel like renting a 10k+ flat in a shiny gringo compound, bypass them.  Go to the neighbourhoods you like, find the tiny estate agent offices, grab a business card, and get someone Chinese who you know to call them up and explain exactly  what you are looking for.  Ask them to forget to mention that you are foreign. You’ll have a better chance at actually getting shown something nice and not obscenely expensive that way.

Lesson#5: Keep looking. It’s dire out there. It really is. If you want to be really central, the rents will be brutally high and the buildings crappy. If you go further out, you’ll get better value but, whoa, you’ll be way out. Think about your commute. Think about access to groceries and sanity (cafes, bars, restaurants). We chose to be very very central, for both work and sanity.  This meant we had to endure awful, peeling, grungy flat after dire, crumbly, grotty flat. A few were nice enough, but only compared to the ones with the visible dry rot and ripped sofas and cracked walls covered over with toothpaste.   A few were nice and reasonably priced but were so far from the metro that my commute would have taken over 90 minutes each way. Hardly worth the savings- and really, the environs of just south of Zhaojiabang Road are grim grim grim. Not what you want to wake up to in the mornings.

If you want to live in Shanghai and your job doesn’t come with housing, you need to know that Shanghai is NOT like the rest of  China. This is not a city where you can find a flat for 1500rmb/month.  You will need to spend an annoying amount of time running around looking at crap, then trying to negotiate a better deal on what you finally find. Centrally, for a 2 bedroom flat, aim for 5000-6000 a month if you don’t want peeling walls and collapsing ceilings and broken cupboards. Seriously. If you go beyond the Yan’an Ring Road, you can go down to 4000.  When I was wayyyyy out in the wilds of Pudong (Century Park), I was able to get a smallish 2 bedroom flat for 3800.  The kitchen was the size of a cubicle but it was cleanish and not mildewed or full of roaches (other people had those bounties). However,  several of the windows were jammed open just a few centimetres and I more than made up the savings in heating bills.  Shanghai is cold in the winters and the heaters can’t keep up with the heat loss.

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