" I started to watch nameless men and women in the street. We were alike: none of us heroes, just ordinary people—extras—drifting through messy streets in a vast, messy Beijing. One morning, I went for a walk along the rubble-filled roads near my building. The area was being completely reconstructed. Three or four giant trucks had just arrived to start their demolition. Old buildings were going. Entire streets were going. In just one night all the food stalls had disappeared, along with the men from the countryside who used to run them. "

― Xiaolu Guo , Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth