I'm Not Dead, I'm Still Walking

My name is Genya. In 1987, I was born in an unknown place. Before weaning, she was taken to her grandfather's house. Grandpa is a carpenter. There are saws, planes, ink fountains, and a foldable ruler in his cabinet, which I use as a sword. I like going to school, I like the teacher in the purple trench coat, and I like the little fat boy who accompanies me to and from school every day. I also remember that afternoon, someone called me a "wild child." Later, I repeated a grade and got a new nickname: "The Dropout Monkey." Later, I grew up. I went to Tianjin to serve dishes, and worked as a plumber, painter, and shaver. I had an accident at the factory and the gear ate off two toes on my right foot. I've been cheated on, I've been in debt, I've told many lies. But I'm still alive. Still walking. This book is written for myself. It is also written for those who are like me - grown from the soil, not dead yet, and still walking.