““She saw a soldier strike a boy ahead of her with his baton. Behind him, a girl turned and spat in the soldier’s face. But still the procession kept pushing inexorably forward. The people around her were weeping. At the front, the student leaders began to sing the Internationale. Arise, slaves, arise! Do not say that we have nothing. We shall be the masters of the world! The soldiers stared. The students left the Square. She and Yiwen broke off from the procession and walked home. In a daze, they scrambled down side streets, avoiding the sound of gunfire. By the time they arrived back in the alleyway, the sun had risen and the sky was white.””
