That was the last thing I heard before his voice was cut off by the guards surrounding and beating him
viciously. The last thing I saw was Li fighting back against the guards- to give me precious time to escape….
Many years later, in the time of freedom when the Wall had been finished, I returned to the Wall where I
had suffered so much. I searched for the section which we had toiled on for those endless months. I placed my
hand gently on the rough blood-red surface. I traced the bricks that I was sure my dear friend Li had built, right
there in this part of the Wall.
“
Oh, my dear friend, you were right,” I whispered. “Hope
is
still there…… I will never forget you. And I
will
live for both of us.”
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