I want to tell a story here. The story is a bit long and may seem a bit wordy, because I am not a good teller. Even the funniest jokes come out of my mouth, and they all taste the same. All I can do is tell this story, hoping that this story can exist in another way, and that the people in the story, their joys and sorrows, will not come to my mind every night, laugh to me, cry to me, and make me toss and turn all night long, unable to sleep at night.
This story begins in the winter of 1986. . .