When I was 11, I lived in Saarland, Germany, for a year, near the French border. My father was pursuing his Ph.D. at Saarland University, and his dissertation was on the communication networks during the Tiananmen Square movement. He had been a journalist on the ground at Tiananmen until June 1st, 1989, which was fortunate for our family, as another journalist from his newspaper was injured in the square just three days after he returned to Taiwan. This memory is very personal to me.