Reflections of April and December: Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung’s Passing (Excerpt 8)
I simple walked forward, pass the cops, the barricades, the hundreds upon hundreds of photographers, until I was at the end, “Miss. You can’t come this way. You have to walk around.”
“Now you tell me!” I said to the police officer, and walked all the way back the long way towards the waiting area. The numbers seemed lower that last time, not as cramped, less people milling, but I arrived late today, so people were already going through. The organizers opened up the extra basketball courts across the street. I started there first.
