Ví dụ công khai

I looked out the window of the former Grand Hotel de Pekin and thought of the days before World War II when I waltzed there with assorted Nazi, fascist and Scandinavian diplomats. On the street the slow‐moving bicycles moved silently where once I listened to the shuffling pad‐pad of camels bringing coal from Mentoukou. On these streets on Dec. 9, 1935, desperate Peking students had declared war on all kinds of fascism (so had I) and marched to break the “white terror,” as they called it.