Chapei

A gate and barbed-wire fence guarded the boundary between the International Settlement and the Chinese district of Chapei.

Internees arriving at Chapei camp, in Shanghai, were welcomed by Commandant Tsurumi, who addressed them in similarly flowery language.

Chapei is a total wasteland. Body parts are scattered about the cemetery where bombs have landed, uprooting the corpses from their flimsy paper-mache coffins. Beyond the cemetery walls just about anyone who can has gone, fled. Riley tramps east, across the ruins to Hongkew and the Northern External Roads, to Jukong Alley, back to the Trenches and then . . . where?