Hong Kong

Our vigils were as much an act of mourning as one of deliberate, collective wakefulness.

Online, censors diligently scrubbed the internet clean of references to the day (Six, Four, 89, May 35) and its symbols (Tank, Park, People).

There was no sign that a massacre had once taken place in the city just thirty years ago.

I couldn't help but feel that their loss had only been compounded, doubled, widened; they now grieved not only for the loss of their dead sons and daughters but for the memory of the loss itself.