The map says this is Kruger, the heart of Africa. I drove along the sandy dirt road all day, encountering only a lone kudu and a sky full of dust. The guide said that seeing animals requires luck and even more quiet waiting. I suddenly thought, Jiang Zhi, during those years of waiting for news from you, I was probably the same, driving blindly on the wasteland of life with luck in mind.
——Twenty-seven-year-old Ming Zhao
If one day, I lose myself, forget you, and let me walk into the jungle and be devoured by African wild dogs. My bones and flesh are buried deeply in the soil. Every year when the wildebeest crosses the river, the sound of galloping hooves shakes the earth. I will wake up and know that you have come to see me.
——Twenty-seven-year-old Jiang Zhi
Intention: People will survive in another form in the memory of love
