There's nothing like a good story. Even if you can only understand a word or two of it.
For example, we ran into this guy during Chinese New Year.
His fake queue and fancy outfit attracted our attention.
"Twenty kuai each to look into the machine!" he shouted to passersby.
– That's expensive, I thought.
Then I had a look at his machine. It was beautiful. I wanted to see what was inside.
The machine had 3D glasses.
This is what we saw through them:
The storyteller sang to his own rhythm, a kind of Old-school Chinese rap.
It was the Chinese classic, Journey to the West. Ilustrated with line drawings and captions, like a 3D comic book. At strategic parts of the story, he'd flip the drawing – like a magician switching his cards onstage.
The storyteller sang to a tape recorder and a clash of cymbals, entertaining everyone nearby.
While it lasted five minutes at most, it's an experience I'd take over a Hollywood blockbuster any day.