Has it really been 13 years since my Beijing Scene Summer?
Again, Time flies.
I'm busy at work on my Malaysian book for Lonely Planet, planning the move to LA, and about six other things ranging from too personal to too tedious to mention.
I was reminded of the anniversary today after watching this film made a few years back by Human Rights Watch, appropriately titled "Tiananmen: China's Unhealed Wound" commemorating this, probably the most toxic event in Chinese history.
If my blog was unblocked in China before, it won't be for long. So,
I don't really have anything to add except for this short essay I wrote after the 10th anniversary. Some backstory:
I'd been working for Beijing Scene a few months.
The day before print-day the staff would generally pull an all nighter, all of us jacked up on coffee and some of us on other substances. Proofreading, editing, doing page layout, all the other tasks that go into putting out a newspaper.
On this morning I was beyond exhaustion, caffeine jittery and more than just a little stoned.
The sun was just coming up over Beijing when whoever was in charge that night announced the issue was good to go.
Unable to sleep, I grabbed my Flying Pigeon bicycle and headed out to watch the flag raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square, something I had not yet done.
I must have locked my bike outside of the square. I was probably walking when the story below occurred.
I still wonder what happened to the woman.