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Tiananmen Square: 20 years later
I was ten years old during the events at Tiananmen Square. I was just starting to understand that there was a much bigger, wider world out there than my little corner of it, and that Very Bad Things sometimes happened there.
In the late summer/early fall of that year, a young Chinese art student named Shui Bo Wang came to live next door with my godparents. No one told me for some time that he had come because of recent events, assuming I knew, but eventually I figured it out on my own.
When Sunrise Over Tiananmen Square came out, I watched it with tears in my eyes.
I am godmother to his eldest daughter, now ten years old, although I have mostly fallen out of touch with the family except for sporadic contact a few times a year. Still, every year at least on this one day I am reminded of one story among hundreds and thousands, which brings it all home.
In the late summer/early fall of that year, a young Chinese art student named Shui Bo Wang came to live next door with my godparents. No one told me for some time that he had come because of recent events, assuming I knew, but eventually I figured it out on my own.
When Sunrise Over Tiananmen Square came out, I watched it with tears in my eyes.
I am godmother to his eldest daughter, now ten years old, although I have mostly fallen out of touch with the family except for sporadic contact a few times a year. Still, every year at least on this one day I am reminded of one story among hundreds and thousands, which brings it all home.