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Death Narrative

Death Narrative Y U H U A I hadn't planned on driving the truck in that direction in the beginning, so this was all predestined by fate. I had just driven the truck to a fork in the road and saw a sign pointing right: qian mu dang--60 km. So my truck took a right turn, and from then on I was in trouble. This was my second big trouble. The first was in the Wannanshan District of Anhui Province, about ten years ago. At that time, my Liberation--not the Yellow River truck I got later--hit a boy off a narrow mountain pass and into a reservoir more than thirty meters below. I had no choice. When my truck hit the boy, I was winding around the pass, coasting downhill after completing the seventh bend. Suddenly I realized that, not more than three or four meters in front of me, was a boy on a bicycle coasting downhill as well. I didn't even have time to brake--only thing I could do was swerve left or right. But turn left and I'd hit the cliff wall, my Liberation would explode, burn up; no need to worry about a cremation--I'd be ash http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Death Narrative

Manoa , Volume 15 (2) – Oct 23, 2003

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Y U H U A I hadn't planned on driving the truck in that direction in the beginning, so this was all predestined by fate. I had just driven the truck to a fork in the road and saw a sign pointing right: qian mu dang--60 km. So my truck took a right turn, and from then on I was in trouble. This was my second big trouble. The first was in the Wannanshan District of Anhui Province, about ten years ago. At that time, my Liberation--not the Yellow River truck I got later--hit a boy off a narrow mountain pass and into a reservoir more than thirty meters below. I had no choice. When my truck hit the boy, I was winding around the pass, coasting downhill after completing the seventh bend. Suddenly I realized that, not more than three or four meters in front of me, was a boy on a bicycle coasting downhill as well. I didn't even have time to brake--only thing I could do was swerve left or right. But turn left and I'd hit the cliff wall, my Liberation would explode, burn up; no need to worry about a cremation--I'd be ash

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Published: Oct 23, 2003

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