Half of my close friends in London are Chinese; the other half are not. This balance did not happen by accident
3-MIN READ3-MIN ListenLijia ZhangPublished: 9:30am, 4 Apr 2026While enjoying a foot massage in Buenos Aires’ Chinatown, I chatted with my masseuse, a Fujianese woman in her late 50s surnamed Wang. Her life, it seemed to me, mirrored that of many recent Chinese immigrants to Argentina. She eats exclusively Chinese food, her friends are fellow Chinese and she still speaks mostly Chinese.
While it is not unusual for migrants anywhere to gravitate towards their own community, the tendency appears particularly strong among the Chinese. China’s presence in Argentina has become increasingly visible. In Buenos Aires, neighbourhood minimarkets are so frequently run by Chinese migrants that locals simply call the shops chinos. As familiar as the shop may be, the Chinese person behind the counter remains, somehow, distant.
When I asked Argentine friends what they thought of Chinese people, their responses were consistent: hardworking, polite but reserved. The shops were woven into the urban fabric; the shopkeepers were not. That gap intrigued me.
To describe this tendency as a Chinese trait might be to mistake history for personality, however.
