Atticus Lish
May 22, 2015 · 19 min read
The wet muddy terrain further up the road towards Mrs. Pan’s house. At several places, smoke is coming from some kind of smoldering fire, but what’s burning? I don’t know: maybe sod or grass. The villagers set these fires, but I don’t know why.
Pork was a staple of our diet. Here’s where it comes from.


A live poultry market on a back street in Huanggang. Concerned about avian flu, I tried to avoid approaching too closely. I may have been overly cautious. The locals appear unconcerned.
Inside Mrs. Pan’s home. Through holes in the bricks of her wall (not pictured here; a different wall), I could see her chickens in the next room.


She led a rustic life: Mrs. Pan’s chickens; timber; what I presume must be her boat; a net in the foreground, likely for fishing.
Female villagers hauling wood. The two boys on the right are students from our school, heading — almost certainly — to an Internet bar. I count the signs for four Internet bars in this picture. The going rate for an hour on a computer (generally to play video games or chat) was one yuan.


Gone

Wish you were there

Atticus Lish

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Gone

Gone

Wish you were there