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Sports-shoe manufacturers would do well to take a lesson from the old rickshaw runners (called jiin-riki) in Japan. They wore tabis, or mittens for the feet, with treaded rubber soles, which provided protection against stones, glass and nails in the road, as well as traction on ice or in mud. The snug fabric portion provided support and prevented chafing. Most modern sport shoes are too heavy and become uncomfortably hot, causing the feet to swell...
...businesses. I ask Nadile if she can tell me of a place nearby that she suspects is being run illegally. She takes me to an office window overlooking Port Moresby and points at two low-slung kai bars located within a minute's walk from the government office: the Rickshaw and the Noodle Shop...
...Later I visit the Rickshaw and meet its affable owner Liu Lianghua. The tale he tells is like a caricature of the Chinese immigrant story. His in-laws moved to P.N.G. over a decade ago because they had some family who had settled there previously. Liu eventually followed with his family. Several other relatives joined them after that. More than a dozen members of Liu's family now live in P.N.G. The downtown building in which the Rickshaw is located also has a clothing shop, a variety store, a gaming bar and another eatery, all run by Chinese. When...
...Indian state. The stone throwers are often photographed in action, yet little is known about them. On a recent afternoon, however, I actually met several. There was Amir, a reedy 17-year-old who sneaks out to the protests without telling his parents; Asif, a muscular 24-year-old rickshaw driver; and Muddasar, 20, with soft blue eyes and a dark red bullet wound in his left shin. Their de facto leader is Imran Zargar, 24, who spent 11/2 years in jail after one ugly clash. His police record then disqualified him from any job with the government...
...Lahore, a usually bustling sprawl known as the "city of living hearts," was reduced to an eerie silence. Its routinely choked thoroughfares, often a cacophony of rickshaw engines and car horns, suddenly seemed spacious. Government buildings and shops closed down. In the heart of the city, the provincial legislature had been festooned with vast posters commemorating the sacrifice of the army officers who lost their lives in the military headquarters attack in Rawalpindi. Now the city had its own martyrs...