ABSTRACT
A n hour later, our jeep stopped in front of a new office building. Above the door we read: "Kunming Guangming Farm (State-Owned)." 1 One after the other, group after group, people of all sorts began to arrive. Lao Li and I were ordered to wait at a corner. After the necessary paperwork was completed, our jeep went away. A man took us to have a rest in a large room. There we saw more passenger-like people. We just looked at one another and said nothing. Many kept on drying their tears. Presently a boy came to sell cakes. Like the others, we silently bought some for our lunch.
