Beijing has changed so fast. In twenty years it has changed into a modern city, and I can find almost nothing the way I remember it. Actually the change has already wrecked my memories so that I can't tell the imagined from the real. My stories always take place in summer.
People expose more of themselves in the heat and find it harder to conceal their desires.
It seems like it was an eternal summer then. The sun always had time to come out and accompany us. There was plenty of sunlight, too bright, washing our eyes in waves of blackness. Don't believe any of it. I never was this brave or heroic.