Expat Stories
by Ah Cheng
About This Novel
This winter, Harbin was surprisingly warm. I heard from the old Harbin people who had not yet entered their graves at that time that this kind of weather had happened once in Harbin in the past, but that happened when they were young boys. At that time, they had just arrived in Harbin. At that time, Harbin was still a barren swamp. There are only a few families there, and they are all exiled foreigners and mixed-race people. The roads are impassable, there are swamps everywhere, and people can only walk on wooden trestles. Soon, there were beautiful bungalows, Odessa restaurants, churches, prisons, schools for immigrants, flower shops, butcher shops, coffin shops, immigrant cemeteries, and many ordinary yet unique stories.
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