I became what I am today, at the age of 12, on a frigid寒冷的 overcast阴天的 day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise精确的 moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek小溪. That was a long time ago. But it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last 26 years.
One day last summer, my friend Rahim Khan called from Pakistan. He asked me to come see him.
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