Visions from those days seem to return with increasing persistence
‘I left Beijing in 1987, shortly before my books were banned there, but have returned continually. In 1989, I was on Tiananmen Square with the students, living in their makeshift tents and joining their jubilant singing of the Internationale. In the two decades since, each time that I have gone back, visions from those days seem to return with increasing persistence.’
— 马建 Ma Jian, ‘The great Tiananmen taboo’