The World as a Factory

June 2004

Life as I knew it was now over. I was an entrepreneur. Which apparently meant I was no longer flying the 24 hour flight to China in business class and getting greeted at the airport by a nice man in a big, shiny new black Mercedes with my favorite videos ready to enjoy as we drove the 2 hours to the factory. Now I took the bus to another bus to the airport, all the time wearing my mask (my mother made me promise) to protect me from contracting Sars. All I could think of was someday this will all be worth it!