Short Story: Letter For Wai Tsz - Indonesian Translation Service
The weather in Jakarta seems to be reflecting the state of the nation, hot and sticky, not a tree anywhere to shade under. As for myself, I don't know why I suddenly thought of writing you a letter. I know all too well that in our graduates' newsletter Keep In Touch they're always mentioning that you’re one of the graduates who hasn't been seen since Tiananmen. But I live in hope because I will always believe that God will stretch out his hand and protect you. Your last letter, the one smelling of rotten vegetables and dried fish, the one you seemed to have sent from somewhere in the outskirts of Beijing, just before your escape - so heroic, so inspiring - more and more makes me feel so small, so insignificant.
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