This is a outstanding article from the New Yorker about a community fleeing the Yangtze River, as it rises behind the new Three Gorges Dam.

The river hits the vehicle’s left front tire at 8:07 p.m . The men start to load the furniture; the sky grows dark. “Hurry up!” Ou Yunzhen says. Nearby, Zhou Shurong and her five-year-old sister, Zhou Yu, stand the way children do when they sense anxiety in adults: perfectly still, arms straight at their sides, eyes unblinking. At eight-twenty-three, the water reaches the left rear tire. The television is the last object to be loaded; it is placed with care in the front seat, next to the girls. At eight-thirty-four, the driver turns the ignition. As the truck rumbles off, the water reaches the top of the hubcaps.

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This is a outstanding article from the New Yorker about a community fleeing the Yangtze River, as it rises behind the new Three Gorges Dam.

The river hits the vehicle�s left front tire at 8:07 p.m . The men start to load the furniture; the sky grows dark. �Hurry up!� Ou Yunzhen says. Nearby, Zhou Shurong and her five-year-old sister, Zhou Yu, stand the way children do when they sense anxiety in adults: perfectly still, arms straight at their sides, eyes unblinking. At eight-twenty-three, the water reaches the left rear tire. The television is the last object to be loaded; it is placed with care in the front seat, next to the girls. At eight-thirty-four, the driver turns the ignition. As the truck rumbles off, the water reaches the top of the hubcaps.

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