汉密斯建议先带我入住酒店休息一下。我说可能不行，因为我从报纸上得知，中共已命令全国所有的星级酒店在客人登记入住的三小时之内，把客人的身份资料通报公安局。
汉密斯于是决定把我带到另一个地方暂住。
我们边走边聊。
“您为什么有兴趣采访大法弟子？”我问汉密斯。
“你们很勇敢。现在天安门广场每天仍然有大法弟子去和平情愿，很活跃。”
我想起四年前我们四位大法弟子在天安门打横幅的情景……
“四年前我在北京和一位外国记者合作过。”
“哪位记者？”
“伊安•约翰逊”
“他因为对法轮功的报导获得了普利策奖。”
原来，四年前，从我这里得到陈子秀女士家人的联络方式后，伊安利用不久后国际风筝节在潍坊举行的机会到了潍坊，采访了陈女士的家人。
采访完后伊安写了一篇报导，讲述了陈女士如何因为坚守对大法的信仰而在中共的洗脑集中营被折磨致死。
这篇报导在二零零一年四月二十日的《华尔街日报》头版登出后，在美国引起很大震动，为伊安赢得了二零零一年度的普利策奖。
当晚，我在汉密斯为我找的临时住处写了一封短信给伊安。
“在过去的几年里，我遇到了很多英雄，您是其中一位……”
我的眼泪滴落到信纸上。
（待续）
(英文对照)
Hamish suggested that I should check into a hotel to take a rest first. I said it might be risky, for I had known through newspapers that the CCP had ordered all the star-hotels in the country to inform the local Public Security Department of their guests’ identities within three hours after their checking in.
Hamish thus decided to take me to a place where I could stay for a while.
We talked along the way.
“Why are you interested in interviewing Dafa practitioners?” I asked Hamish.
“You are courageous. Now there are still Dafa practitioners going to Tiananmen Square every day. Very active.”
I recalled us four Dafa practitioners holding up a banner in Tiananmen Square four years earlier…
“I once worked with a foreign correspondent in Beijing four years ago.”
“Who?”
“Ian Johnson.”
“He won the Pulitzer Prize for his coverage of Falun Gong.”
Later on I got to know that, four years earlier, after obtaining the contact number of Miss Chen’s family, Ian went to Weifang while an international kite festival was being held there, and interviewed with Miss Chen’s family.
After the interview Ian wrote an article, relating how Miss Chen had been tortured to death in the CCP’s brainwashing gulag due to adhering to her belief in Dafa.
The article was published in the front page of Wall Street Journal on April 20, 2001. It made a stir in the United States and won the 2001 Pulitzer Prize for Ian.
That night, in the dwelling place Hamish found for me, I wrote a concise letter to Ian.
“Over the past several years, I have met a lot of heroes, and you are one of them…”
My tears dripped on the writing-paper.
(//www.dajiyuan.com)
