Paul Rankin

On the morning of 27th November, 1983, Paul Rankin and Jeanne Lebrun woke up in a cheap hotel in Lanzhou, central China. It had been an uncomfortable night and Paul was in bad shape. He had eaten dog on the long train journey from Xining on the Tibetan border and, if that was not enough to deny him his sleep, in the early hours, a rat had burrowed into a large stuffed chair in the corner of their room. The only way Jeanne could think of getting rid of the beast was to shove the chair into the corridor outside their door.