For a long time neither of us speaks. He turns to me and gives me a bow so deep I think he is going to topple over. Straightening up again, he says, ‘I am sorry, for what we did to you. I am deeply sorry.’
‘Your apology is meaningless,’I say, taking a step back from him. ‘It’s worth nothing to me.’
His shoulders stiffen. I expect him to walk away from the pavilion. But he stands there, not moving.
‘We had no idea what my country did,’ he says.
[Tan Twang Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists]
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