"In order to let some people get rich first, I turned myself into a loner; in order to make this land clean, I made myself covered in dust."
A pair of leather shoes stained with cow dung, a notebook soaked by rain, and a heart beating alone in the middle of the night.
In this book, there are no absolute good guys and no absolute bad guys. Only in the torrent of the times, for survival and ideals, are all living beings struggling desperately, biting each other, and finally returning to dust.
