There was an unseeing, unfeeling grayness in going among strangers. And in his case they would have to remain strangers because he dared not really talk to any one. The things he was experiencing in Shanghai now only became real to him when he pictured himself telling them to Su Nan. Not in his letters, of course, but some day, when he saw her again. It got so that sometimes right in the middle of an event, while it was still happening, he could hear his own voice telling her about it. There was that time he had gone to the office of the Liberation Daily News, the biggest newspaper in Shanghai. His own office, the Resist-America Aid-Korea Association, had sent him there to ask for some photos of American atrocities in Korea. They had wanted the pictures for the China Pictorial. Comrade Ko Shan, the head of the Reference Department at the Liberation Daily News, had told him to wait while she went to look for them in the reference room. A Chinese typewriter tapped slowly and hesitantly in the next room.
