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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

Perhaps I was too tired, but I fell asleep without

knowing it. By midnight, I was awakened by the cold.

I found that the train was moving. I didn’t know

when it had departed the city of coal. The woman

was sleeping sound holding a parcel. I turned over

and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I found that it was

daybreak. I got up to stretched myself. The woman

woke up too. She jumped up and ordered me, “Turn

your face away! I need to relieve my bowels!”

I turned over but stole a glance at her. She

dropped her bleached peasant trousers, baring her fat

and white arse. Like thunder preceding lightning, she

let out a mighty fart and then a great eruption of shit

fell out of her bowels (the people of Shan Dong

province eat a lot of sweet potatoes). Soon an

offensive odor assailed my nostrils. It nearly made

me throw up. One minute later, she pulled her

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