Last Saturday afternoon, when protests in major cities in China against Japan's control of disputed islands in the East China Sea reached a climax, I had just finished shopping at Tesco Lotus and was waiting for the sudden downpour to stop.
As I read about the spontaneous boycott of Japanese-made goods on the Chinese Twitter-like site Sina Weibo on my phone, I turned to the bagful of Japanese ingredients I'd bought for dinner _ sushi is one of my favourites _ and a vague feeling of guilt arose: Am I not patriotic?
Such a question sounds ridiculous. Of course, I love my country. Since the day I arrived in Thailand on an exchange programme, I have missed my motherland. It's so large and diverse that no landscape on Earth seems so special to me; its melodious language is the most beautiful one in the world for me; it has the longest uninterrupted history and has now become the world's second-largest economy, which makes me so proud whenever I say its name.
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