Today, I received confirmation that two of my ex Chinese colleagues have died in the worst train crash this decade in China. I only know one of them; the other's the girlfriend of another colleague I know. I cannot imagine the anguish their family must be going through.
I was truly stunned for a moment yesterday when I heard the girl I know was in the train crash. She was one of the more outstanding staff, one of those sweet and cheerful types whom people love to love. Plus, she was good at her work, versatile and can often be counted to do a good job in ad-hoc company events and projects.
I don't know why I'm describing her. I don't know if it's because I can still see her face, in that I know her, or if it's because I think it's such a tragedy that someone like her should die young. It makes me wonder if I actually attach a value to lives. It's a very disturbing thought.


