By Heinz Insu Fenkl Yongsu and I launched the flat-bottomed boat from a muddy part of the river I didn’t recognize. It seemed the bank of the river had moved much closer to the village, though I knew it hadn’t rained much that year. We took our places and, as Yongsu...
“Five Arrows” by Heinz Insu Fenkl in The New Yorker
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