It was a profitable old bathhouse rented by Guo and Nan. The business fl ourished as winter approached. A continuous stream of customers headed into the bathhouse in groups or unaccompanied. They appeared as families, friends, colleagues, partners or a single person, carrying a bucket, a basin, a towel and a bag of clothes. The bathhouse was separated by gender. Between the right - the Men’s Shower and the left - the Women’s Shower was reception. Guo was busily receiving guests. I entered to the left. There was a white plastic curtain cut in equal pieces hanging down to the fl oor. A crude dressing room dimmed, with hangers on one side and lockers on the other. I pulled aside another curtain in the nearest corner.