Who cares? We cycled out into the streets that used to be permanently jammed by traffic of automobiles, bikes and pedestrians. People were all scared by the invisible deadly disease and dared not went out. Thank goodness the sunny day when we ride from China Daily through big and small hutongs and Tiananmen Square to Taoranting Park became an unforgetable experience that might never occour again.
For a time the air was as if floating with a spectre named SARS. Now when I look back, the white mask became the symbol of a history, happiness in fear.