June Memories, June Questions
This evening has been balmy, almost cool. I strolled home through the alleyways in the heart of Beijing after dinner at a fashionable new French restaurant that has opened down a trendy sidestreet. In my alley, neighbours sat at low tables eating late-night snacks of Muslim-style kebabs while others played Chinese chess by the dim rays of a street light. A cyclist whirred past. The evening could hardly have been more peaceful.
And yet, 17 years ago on this weekend, I remember a night of sultry heat, burning buses and the bodies of young men with their brains spilling out on the ground.




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