From time to time, I looked from side to side. On both sides, the Wall that snaked through the sea of autumn colors was partly hidden and partly visible. In both directions there was no end. I captured the grandeur of this creation. I saw the glory of history. I took pride in this noble achievement of remote ancestors. It was lucky for me just to be here. After fi ve or six minutes of sidling, I changed to walk towards a seemingly propagandistic and overfamiliar slogan: Be forever loyal to Chairman Mao!