I was born in a rather obscure city in China... lived there when I was a baby, then got shipped off to grandmama's house. However, I did go back to the city of my birth for about a year when I was seven or eight. My mom and I had taken the train back and it was due to arrive very late at night. I remember being so sleepy. My mom sat next to the exit door cradling me waiting for our stop... when we got out, the air was cold and crisp, the entire city was dark and asleep, so the silvery moonlight guided us home... it was so quiet, just my mom, and me, and our shadows, walking back... here is the same city over two decades later...unrecognizable. Is that the same river bank where my mom and I picked wild vegetables?