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It was summer. Summer in Linfen was hot and dry. There were weeks of scorching heat in August when the torrid sun would bake the concrete buildings and asphalt on the streets. The black tar would melt and flow like lava. Shoes and bike tires got trapped in it like footprints in snow. The tar smelled like burnt tires.
After a whole day’s broiling, the sun went down the other side of the Liuliang Mountains. At night, exhausted men and women cursed the remnant of the sun’s heat, especially when there was no sign of any draft in the air, and there usually wasn’t.
On the streets and between the tightly packed brick sheds, men and women sat outside on stools, wildly waving their bamboo leave fans, slapping and cursing at the blood-sucking mosquitoes. Men in their forties and fifties drank tea and played chess under the dim street lights; some played cards. Half of the men wore nothing but shorts and exposed their bony upper bodies. Everyone had a cigarette between his fingers. Women wore large T-shirts, occasionally tugging and straightening their shirts to make sure only their necks were visible to men....
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