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That first summer, I was sent off on a train to Xuzhou and given a room in the Garden Hotel. I had a small room with a window that didn’t open. The hotel was approaching a hundred years old but it felt like a relic of Reform and Opening.
At the time, I probably would not have known beyond the roughest outlines what those two words—Reform and Open…
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