A much-welcome Swede in China

Every apartment has small kinks--something bothersome you, the resident, hope to fix with a well-placed picture or lamp. My bother was of perpetual darkness, since my bedroom ceiling light is as effective as a cell phone's beam. Yet, in search of simple lighting, everything exceeded 300-500¥. Then comes the Swede pictured here.

In ever-growing desperation to save my eyesight, I find the Swede's website. Bad news: no store in my city, Zhengzhou, and no shipping in China. But alas, China's upredictability cannot be underestimated. While all signs point to no lamp for Li (me), what should I see when walking the streets of Zhengzhou? A saving grace.

It's not the spacious show- and storage house like usual, rather the entirety of a large store crammed and stacked into 1000 sq. feet. It's the result of a man and a big truck. He drives to Nanjing, buys up the lot and trucks it back to Zhengzhou. Somehow he even found the sign. This is one time where I roll my eyes at the incredulity, but am actually quite thankful I can now read in my bedroom.