Late at night on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in 1978, Lin Jianjun suddenly opened his eyes while coughing violently in his adobe house in Linjia Village, Fengyang, northern Anhui. Adobe wall
The cold wind that leaked in through the cracks stung my cheeks, and the dim butter lamp flickered, illuminating the dilapidated interior of the house - moldy hay piled in the corner, a kang
The bed was covered with a patched, tattered quilt.
