And somewhere in the middle of South Dakota, I turn to my friend and I ask her a question that's been bothering me for 2,000 miles. "What's up with the Chinese character I keep seeing by the side of the road?" My friend looks at me totally blankly.
Y en algún lugar del centro de Dakota del Sur, me dirijo a mi amiga y le hago una pregunta que me ha estado molestando durante 3200 kms: "¿Qué pasa con el caracter chino que sigo viendo al costado del camino?" Mi amiga me mira sin terminar de comprender.