My Door to Anywhere Leads to the Long March

The door to my storage room opens onto the Long March. I open it, and a young soldier covered in snow tumbles inside. He looks at the modern furniture and at me making noodles in the kitchen, then bursts into tears. “Have I gone to hell?” “What'll happen to the company commander and the others?” I turn off the stove and carry the noodles and soup over to the coffee table. “Comrade, finish your noodles, then bring your company commander and the others over. The organization sent me to deliver supplies to you.”