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THE DAYS OF THE CULTURAL REVOLUTION TICKED AWAY LIKE MINUTES ON A FACELESS CLOCK. SOON IT WAS HARD TO REMEMBER WHAT LIFE HAD been like before the Red Guards. We lived from one hour to the next.
After Baba was detained at the movie studio, Di Di and I returned home to stay with Lao Lao. I was relieved to find our house untouched. Lao Lao, as usual, had dusted every piece of furniture meticulously, and the bookcases stood there as always-our silent guardians-extending from floor to ceiling one after another.