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The steppe is filled with cheering. You have to imagine that great
sound coming from thousands of us at one time, how it echoes out around the
world. It makes the red and yellow poppies bloom everywhere on the green
mountainsides and the rivers melt with admiration and flow from the snowcaps.
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Zou Lei sees a woman in a conical straw hat with her hair divided
into three black rivers, one down her back and one over either shoulder,
hanging down to her waist. She is pushing a laundry cart with her bottles laid
up pointing in opposite directions, the necks interlocking. The forked hair
hangs like a ragged black shawl. A thin woman whose age is hard to tell without
seeing her face, just the romance of her hair, as if she has prepared herself
for a lover and was waiting years for him, a lifetime.
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Really, all the people must thank them or we would not be able to
exist. When a farmer drives a truck filled with vegetables, the oil to run the
motor is coming from the pipeline. I think if you are a woman in the market and
you buy vegetables, you must thank my father. I don’t think anyone remembers
this. Even I forget, but I shouldn’t. Everything comes from somewhere.
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No one said anything to her. She poured a full-sized Coca-Cola, no
ice, and drank it straight down, gasping. Now that was good. The sugar flashed
inside her like sunshine in the desert.
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Even high, they did not smile. Jimmy had not smiled for a year.
The closest thing to smiling was a kind of short-term tolerance granted to the
person talking to you. Then he lay down and covered himself with his sheet and
lay like a sack of laundry.
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you? He finished his cigarette and went back to the mall. The mall
was an office building that had been taken over by the Chinese. In its present
state, everything had the half-finished, jerry-built appearance of transition
from one thing to something else. There were cardboard shipping containers
littered around the floor. Some units had bare concrete floors and raw cinder
block walls, others had carpets and wall coverings and fluorescent lights. One
room was being used to warehouse thousands of dried medicinal herbs, which were
stored in a chaos of buckets, tubs, bins, bowls, cups, wooden
drawers—containers of every description—anything that could be used to hold
something else, even paper envelopes—none of it organized, all of it just lying
there, while a twenty-year-old guy with a gold chain chewed wontons with his
mouth open and watched a DVD. The sign over his head said Cohen’s Fashion
Optical. You couldn’t tell what was old and what was new. You couldn’t tell
whether something was coming or going. Things were in the middle of being built
and destroyed at the same time. It was an environment he might have recognized.
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He blinked at her like somebody waking up and seeing the sun.
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He neared the Irish bar, where a guy in black urban combat
gear—loose-fit denim, Timberlands, vest, and SWAT-style ball cap—had a chain
wrapped around his knuckles, holding a tiger-striped pit bull on a leash. A big
guy came striding around the corner with the energy of a man about to chop down
an entire forest singlehandedly. He bounced up and down as if on springs, his
long hair swinging back and forth, the plane of his face lifted displaying the
short lines of his mouth and eyes. He was over six feet tall, weighed
two-twenty. The beard on his face made him look like a 70s biker. Skinner was
struck by an unusual detail: he was wearing a red bandana tied around his
thigh. He entered the bar, handing off his lit cigarette to the pit bull’s
owner, who took it without a word, presumably to hold for him until he returned.
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My mother was Muslim people, she said, chewing. I know about God,
but it’s too many rules. No, no, no. You are wrong, he said. No, no, no. You
make a big mistake to say that. Let me tell you something about God. He is like
the shade of a tree on a hot day. How can I say? It is like you are burning in
the sun and you feel very uncomfortable. You are thirsty and you would like
some good things to drink. All you have to do is open this door and go in where
it is cool and refreshing. That is God.
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But, he said, you cannot have these beautiful things if you lead a
bad life, if you are sinning, doing what you want. Of course you must live
properly and obey the law. He pointed at the bilingual Arabic and English sign
over the mosque’s doorway, which he read aloud for her. It said Preparation For
The Next Life.
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