A memoir of a village girl from Inner Mongolia. Chickens, lambs, pigs and Revolution...
I grew up in a commune – which was then a small village in Inner Mongolia, China. We shared scant resources, even tooth brushes – even wives were shared. Women were scarce because of the long tradition of killing girls.
In 1966 I was sent to a city school to get a good education to go to university later. Suddenly we found ourselves stamping our feet and beating up 'intellectuals' in the Cultural Revolution.
The tenth chapter reveals who the broken shoe is. Comments (both positive and negative) are welcome!