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 I’m in the
Forbidden City
in Beijing on a
shoot, so I’m loaded down with a bunch of camera gear, and there’s all these students – a bunch of young girls in uniforms, mostly – and they’re all pointing at me and laughing. They’re running around me and snapping pictures and making these weird sounds. And they’re putting their hands up to their mouths and doing this little giggle. And I’m like, Okay, whatever, I’m the camera guy. Ha, ha.
On the same
trip I sail to
Busan, South
Korea, and
head north. I’m up at the DMZ, and once again, there’s all these kids making weird sounds at me. And I’m starting to wonder: Is it because I’m the camera guy?
The shoot’s
over; I head
back to the
States. Twenty-four hours later I’m flying to Egypt for another project. I’m walking along these cobblestone streets in west Cairo, and no matter where I turn, there’s always like 20 kids chasing me. And they’re making the same sounds. This one kid is pulling me along and I’m like, “What are you saying?”
He leads
me down an
alley to a small
building, and we walk into a room where all these people are staring at a tiny little black-and-white TV. Of course – of course! – they’re watching one of America’s finest cultural exports: WWF wrestling. And that’s when I understand what they’ve been saying this whole time: “Rrrrr! Steve Austin! Take down!”

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