Given the happenings in Egypt, perhaps young people or people who are simply less familiar can now better imagine what happened in China in 1989. Protesters that spring occupied Tiananmen Square not just for a few days but for six weeks, shutting down the capitol city and paralyzing the government. Tiananmen Square is big enough to accommodate a million people at one time, and on many occasions that spring, it was brimming. Protesters fought off pro-government thugs and lit barricades of fire on all access routes surrounding the square, as the army stood back and watched for weeks. People poured into Beijing by train from surrounding regions to take part in the combustion. In the ragtag tent city, young people wrote tear-soaked vows in black ink on white silk, to give their lives to revolution. I was only 17 and I could barely grasp what was happening but I knew I wanted in some way to be a revolutionary. It made my blood boil with the intoxicating promise of freedom.