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gging up rocks from the road and throwing them into
wheelbarrows. And farther alongwe passed another army truckthen another and another. Wen
Fu waved to them each timepointing to himself and shoutingAir force
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And then we entered the city itself. It was crowded and busya big citybigger than I had
imagined. We drove past a railway stationdown a wide street with gray buildingsnot too oldnot
too modern either. And then the streets became more narrowmore crookedmore congested with
peoplecartsand bicycles. The driver was honking his horn every few seconds. The air felt thick
with bad smells. My head hurt. I saw mud-brick houses crowded togethersome clean and
whitewashedothers so rough and crumbly you didn't know why the building was still standing.
And many of the faces looking back at us were not Chinese. They were tribal peoplerecently
come down from the mountains. You could tell they were not local people. They did not wear the
drab top and pants of
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poor-class Yunnaneseor the long gown of the merchantor the Western shirt and pants of the
educated. They wore colorful skirtsbright bands on their sleevesturban scarves wrapped around
their heads or hats that look [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]