Last night, as I said, the computer stopped working. So, I went to bed. As I lay there, I noticed I was quite cold. So I got up to turn the heat on. It would not turn on. I went to turn on the second heater in my room. It would not turn on either. To me, two heaters not turning on says: blown fuse.
I searched the place, but I could not find a fuse box.
When Ping-Ping woke up, I complained that her little brother had slept in the room with the other girls instead of on the stone hard couch where he usually slept. (Not that I was that worried about something happening with a group of children...but there are principles involved.)
She cried, "It was too cold."
I didn't argue with her. It really was too cold. At least they kept each other warm in their puppy pile.
I asked about a fuse box. Ping-Ping had no idea what I was talking about.
At lunch, I asked Ping-Ping to tell Auntie that the heater was not working. Ping-Ping did and then turned to me: "It is alright. After Happy New Year, new people come." I stood there stumped. Very well for them, but what were we going to do for the next four days.
They sat me next to the only person in the room who spoke English other than Ping-Ping...the wife of the man who is providing our apartment. She knew enough English to understand 'very cold'...but not enough to understand: "Our heater is broken."
It seemed horribly sad that we would suffer such cold...it's colder than it was earlier while we were here...when it would take moment to fix it.
I kept up my search for the fuse box. Ping-Ping continued to disdain Mom's search for something that made no sense.
Finally, I pulled up Google Translate and tried to explain what a fuse box was. Chow Chow immediately got up and found it! It was up on a wall and I had thought it was Chinese art!
We threw the switch that was out of place and...voila! Heat!!