When she heard the very angry sounds from the white car with a familiar Buddha in the front, she began to move carefully but hastily. When she caught the sight of acquainted stony features through the windscreen, she moved more hastily. When she cast a glance at the car not stopping but only moving forward, she felt the urge to run faster. Her umbrella fought with the other umbrellas. Sometimes people complained about it and threw some bad words at her back. Nonetheless, she kept moving, still holding her elder son’s wrist tightly. However hard she struggled to move on, the vehicles and fi gures either blocked her vision or slowed her pace. When she fi nally could steal a glimpse of the car which was still moving straight ahead, though slowly, she hurriedly closed the umbrella and began to call, shout, scream the name of her husband.