Every detail of this work is soaked with the weight of reality.
It stems from the quarrels I heard through the wall, from the quietly disappearing vitality in my circle of friends, and from countless young couples struggling between "respectability" and "survival."
What I write is not a story, but a slice of a generation's life - when academic qualifications fail to fulfill their promises, when love meets firewood, rice, oil and salt, when "home" changes from a harbor to a battlefield.
This is a novel, and it is also a silent war that many of us are experiencing firsthand.
