Rebirth 1975: Starti

In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,"Isn't this the mud-brick house where I lived when I went to the countryside as a young man over forty years ago",He wanted to tell her about his guilt and pain, and also about his longing for her.。