After being imprisoned and tortured for 72 days because of his writing and political views, a Chinese dissident turned short-story writer makes his way out of China through the mountains, stops in Vietnam for one day, and then ends up in Frankfurt, and later Brooklyn, where he writes short fragments of his life and of the nightmare he has left behind. This is his story, as told by him and those around him.
Are we the lucky ones because we have no dreams to follow? ,,Just fragments of a life.
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