Reflections of April and December: Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung’s Passing (Excerpt 12)
Although the line seemed to be moving faster that last time, I got caught at a bad time. Just as I was arriving to the entry point, everything stopped. From across the street we could see light bulbs flashing, TV camera lights switched on. No doubt someone of importance was arriving or leaving the premises, and everything to stop before the public can go in again.
I wondered if it was WuEr KaiXi, my teen hero, one of the democratic student leaders. I am glad he came to pay respect to Anita, I am glad I even have a chance to walk the same path as him in front of her body, as that is an honor.