Sim Chi Yin—VII Photo
“Right after he died, every night I dreamt of him. I saw him. I was washing his hair. I was helping him take a pee. I was piggy-backing him. Sometimes he asks me for money to play cards. Sometimes we speak, sometimes we don’t. For the past month, I haven’t seen him as much...
“When he was still alive, since last year or so, I had a recurring dream. He and I would be out strolling together happily. We’d walk and walk and then in the end it would be just me walking by myself. And I could not find him no matter how I tried.
“One time, I rode my motorbike to go bring him back. I said, ‘Guazi, let’s go home.’ He answered me. But when I got home I was alone on my bike. Another time, I dreamt I phoned him and there was no answer. I called again and I could no longer get through…”
—Mi Shixiu, wife of the late gold miner He Quangui
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“Right after he died, every night I dreamt of him. I saw him. I was washing his hair. I was helping him take a pee. I was piggy-backing him. Sometimes he asks me for money to play cards. Sometimes we speak, sometimes we don’t. For the past month, I haven’t seen him as much...
“When he was still alive, since last year or so, I had a recurring dream. He and I would be out strolling together happily. We’d walk and walk and then in the end it would be just me walking by myself. And I could not find him no matter how I tried.
“One time, I rode my motorbike to go bring him back. I said, ‘Guazi, let’s go home.’ He answered me. But when I got home I was alone on my bike. Another time, I dreamt I phoned him and there was no answer. I called again and I could no longer get through…”
—Mi Shixiu, wife of the late gold miner He Quangui