My Bizarre Experience Selling Buddhist Amulets in Thailand

When I received a letter from my cousin in Bangkok, the envelope contained an earthy smell of dry vines. My father was seriously ill and coughing up blood. I held the remittance slip and hesitated. Cousin Li Long suddenly returned to China, his big gold chain dazzling: "Come to Thailand with me, sell Buddhist amulets, and make a lot of money!" He took out a Yin card, and tiger patterns swam in the dim light. A rusty smell of blood penetrated his nose.