I Always Wanted To Be A Writer.

...boredom Was As Exhausting As Backbreaking Labor.

I Remember When My Mother Pointed To A Stone, And She Said This Was The Kind Of Stone People Used To Place On The Feet Of The Baby Girls To Stop Them Trying To Climb Away And Unbind Their Feet.

I No Longer Have The Terrible Nightmares That I Used To Have. Mao Had Just Died In 1976, And China Began To Open Up. For The First Time Scholarships To Go To The West To Study Were Awarded On Academic Merit.

China Is More Prosperous Than Before. The People Have Better Lives But They Are Not Happy And Confident Because The Scars Are Still There.

I Think Because Of Their Terrible Past, Particularly This Century, The Chinese Have Come To Accept Cruelty More Than Many Other People, Which Is Something I Feel Very Unhappy About