Following a satisfying shopping spree for office attire, my mother and I soon found ourselves in a rather rare situation: a tram jam.
Sitting next to an open window on the top level of a tram, we were confronted with the sight of at least five trams immobilised ahead of us.
The initial confusion of passengers turned into impatience. Streams of angry tram passengers, whom you would assume did not place a high priority on speed, left the trams as the wait became longer and the humidity more unbearable.
When the trams resumed their slow crawl, the remaining passengers were treated to a spectacle that explained the delay: June 4th protesters.
With June 4th falling on a Friday this year, many protesters decided to take advantage of the weekend to make their point loud and clear. Holding placards and banners, the protesters made their way down dusty streets.
As I tried to decipher the slogans that participants chanted, I wondered what exactly the protesters wanted. Immediate democratic elections? Monetary reparations? Or recognition for the patriotic sacrifice of lives at the Tiananmen Square crackdown?