In Qianmen Hutong in the 1960s, I dressed as a silly cousin and spent all day eating sunflower seeds on the street with a group of aunts. The whole hospital thinks that I am just a boy running errands, but I have in mind the policy trends of the next twenty years. Today I will make a fuss about Grandma Su's granddaughter's quota for going to the countryside. Tomorrow I will ask her to beg me to do something. I have the final say on how this street is run.
