Another World
This room belongs to a chinese free lancer,here i try to show some different view angels of my hometown.
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Photo reblogged from The New Yorker
Jiayang Fan recalls her experience on the day of the Tiananmen massacre, twenty-three years later:
June 4th arrived on a Sunday, and in the era of six-day work week, Sunday could not afford to be a rest day. Instead, Mother shook me awake at 7:30 A.M., the same time I had to get up for school the rest of the week, to get a head start in line at the communal bath (not all apartment buildings had private baths), trade our grain coupons (extra rations were issued to army affiliates, so it was common practice to exchange them for eggs on the black market), and catch the army shuttle for Chongqing city center.
Click-through to read Fan’s post, “Tiananmen and Our Little Red Phone”: http://nyr.kr/KxNQJq
