Translation of a Taiwanese girl at the HK Protest

Translation of a Taiwanese girl at the HK Protest

@sharontblue1 @SunnyLi68617027


The bruise has become more apparent. I received this injury because one time, I got too close to the Hong Kong Police.


Originally, I would never have come near the Police.


In the Umbrella (Movement) in Mong Kok five years ago, I witnessed firsthand when the Hong Kong Police beat the back of a boy's head. They hit him so hard that he immediately collapsed, and his head started spurting blood. Another Hongkonger, a girl, was also beaten so harshly that her pelvis fractured into multiple fragments.


I absolutely must not go near the Police - this is the key to my survival. 


On the day of the 2019 Anti-Extradition March in Tsuen Wan, Yeung Uk Road was the first place where the Police fired tear gas. The Police also adopted the strategy of blocking the streets to arrest the protesters at the scene.


Suddenly, the front-line protesters screamed. The Riot Police attacked from Yeung Uk Road and Luen Yan Street using the "kettling" (surround manoeuvre)tactic in the midst of the tear gas smog, which caused painful sting to any exposed skin. All the people there panicked. Their only exit route was over a wall, at Ma Tau Pa Road. 


The boys got over the wall quickly. Only a Hong Kong girl and I were left, staring at the high wall. Seeing that the Police would storm the area soon, my adrenalin surged. I had no choice but to try throwing myself onto the wall and worry about everything else later. My legs hit hard, against the wall. I fell off after I flipped over the wall. Four Hong Kong boys caught me and the other Hong Kong girl when we landed badly. Then, we all fled together.


As of now, I still don't know who they are. I really appreciate their help. 


The outlet outside the Citywalk turned into a battlefield. I held the hand of that Hong Kong girl and we desperately ran together, in a panic. A lot of people rushed into the Citywalk and towards the footbridge. In the middle of the crowd, I suddenly stopped running.


"Don't run into the shopping mall and the footbridge! It is a dead end!" I knew this from the experience of the occupy Zhongxiao West Road in Taiwan in 2014.


I changed directions and ran towards the main road - Tai Ho Road North - and stopped when we arrived at the shopping area. The Hong Kong girl and I were the only protesters there. We were exhausted and sat down on the pavement without any hesitation. In the scorching summer heat we took off our gas masks and helmets, so that we could take a big breath. 


"'re not a Hongkonger?" She used Putonghua to ask.


"Yes...I'm Taiwanese." I replied to her tiredly.


"The best thing about Hong Kong is that you don't need to think you're strange." She said as she panted, pointing to the gas mask.


"This one, is wonderful." I showed a heart with my hands while I was still panting.


The maid road we were on was crowded. It felt like the battlefield at Yeung Uk Road was a whole other world. There were about 50 people waiting for the buses.


Suddenly, a Police car passed. The Hong Kong girl and I were still panting and did not know how to react. However, the crowd waiting for the buses started shouting to the car,


"Triad gangs!!!"


"Triads gangs!!!"


“Puk Gaai!!!” (Note: a swear word in Cantonese means "drop dead")


This is the expression I learned the fastest from these few days. Swear words are the easiest one to learn (in a language). 


At that moment, an elderly man swore a long sentence towards the leaving police car. I didn't understand what he was saying.


"Do you know what he's saying?" She asked me with a smile. 


"I don't know." I was still panting loudly.


"He said, Don't think that the police can get away with acting so arrogantly now! There will be consequences! "


We both smiled.


"I think the footbridge is horribly scary too." She said.


"After you go up there, it's so easy to get arrested if they block both sides," I responded in Putonghua.


"Back to the Yeung Uk Road again. " She said after checking her phone and reading a message.


"Let's go back again? To Yeung Uk Road." She asked.


A faint smile flickered across my face. Though I was once known as a member of the Taiwanese vanguard, I cannot keep pace with the Hong Kong girls and be as tough as them...No matter how much I admire them, the only thing I can do now is to fight with her until the end.


"Sure, let's go back to Yeung Uk Road!" I said it determinedly. 


We left the sightseeing area and passed areas with many residents on our way back to the battle zone. Some of them applauded, to encourage the frontliners when they passed by. A young boy at the corner of the street suddenly offered some beverage to us and told us that they were for all the Sau Zuk (手足), a term referring to the valiant protesters (Yung Mo, 勇武派) at the frontline. 


After accepting a beverage, the Hong Kong girl sprinted away. She looked like a marathon runner passing by a supply station. 


I looked at her, travelling through the streets and becoming one with the residents of the local community. I suddenly had the thought that although the rule of law in Hong Kong is diminishing quickly, the social movements in Hong Kong are so enviable: knowing that you, your hometown, and your city are united; knowing so clearly what you are fighting for. Even if the demands are not answered, even if the goals are not accomplished, could you really say the Hongkongers lost? I don't think so. There is no other place where a resistance movement has won such a high proportion of the fellow residents' support and welcome.


I I can't help feeling irrationally envious of the valiant frontliner (Yung Mo) of Hong Kong. "We're not afraid of sacrificing ourselves, we are only afraid that our sacrifices will be treated like garbage" This thought is echoed in the hearts of almost all vanguard around the world.


After we got back to the Tsuen Wan battlefield, we encountered some protesters who were setting up the roadblocks. The Hong Kong girl greeted the other male protesters, and pointed at me shouting "That girl! She's a Taiwanese girl! A Taiwanese Girl! "


"Ngo Hai Toi Waan Lai Gei!" (I'm from Taiwan!) This is the only sentence I can speak in Cantonese.


All the Hong Kong Boys dashed to me straight away, "Taiwanese girl! Oh, a real Taiwanese girl!" I was caught off guard, because I don't quite understand Cantonese.


"Thank you. Even some Hongkongers are not willing to come out."


"Please be careful, don't get arrested."


"Do you have a raincoat?"


"What do Taiwanese girls think of Hong Kong boys?"


There were all kinds of questions, I didn't know how to handle them all, but I could feel their enthusiasm. 


At that moment. I really wished that we were meeting each other in a (culture exchange) lounge, and not at the battlefield of Tsuen Wan March. Unfortunately, tonight had just begun.


(to be continued)


#Tsuen Wan

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