In mid-March, I was on a train from Guangzhou to Kunming.
The train passes through a tunnel about two kilometers long in Guizhou. After passing through, everything looked normal - the mountains outside the car window were still the same, and the passengers in the car were still the same people. But Lin Zhifei vaguely felt that something had changed.
The thirty-seven people in the carriage did not know it—they were in a world that had not yet decided where to go.
They are all on their way home.
But no one knows where they are heading back.
