That damn school of local opera is just a few blocks away from my childhood home.
Across the street and around the corner is the elementary school where my grandma taught for decades.
There was a dirt road in front of the opera school, all the way to the countryside where people sell food and live stocks on the 2nd day of the 2nd month of the lunar calendar. It's the day that the dragon raises its head.
Girls in the school hang their laundry out on the porch or outside the window.
Most students are girls in the opera school.
