The Chinese community in Barcelona and my wife Bo

I remember with some nostalgia the happy times I spent with my wife and son in Barcelona when he was a little boy. I have no regrets - my time there was full of interesting moments and awful ones. When you get mixed up with the Chinese community you should expect the worst as some of them are evil, devious, deceiptful and two-faced. But my wife seemed different. We got along like a house on fire, if that's the right expression, and she can be a wonderful conversationalist if we talk about the right subjects like classical music, nature or travel, but if I disagree with her over something major like what to do with my fathe'r's house she changes completely from a delightful person into a monstrous fire-spitting dragon. I guess that's just the nature of Chinese women for you.

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