Despite the multitudes and the numerous digital screens shining in the Hong Kong night, memory persists in taking us back to one man. An individual who was returning from the market and decided that the treads of a tank were not going to crush his remaining civility. Twenty-five years later, reality is echoing his gesture.
She knew her days were numbered until the police would stop her in the street and discover she was an illegal. One more "Palestinian," as many capital residents disrespectfully call people from the east of the country. They caught her one gray and rainy afternoon, while she was selling flowers outside the farmers market.
Coinciding with the new email service on cellphones, there has been a noted deterioration in the sending of text messages. Hundreds of messages in recent days never reached their recipients, although the telephone company quickly charged for them, which points to an act of censorship or the collapse of the networks.