Here I am, once again in HK, sat at the same starfuckbucks of a couple of weeks ago, outside the window the same people I saw before, but the impression of being in London is stronger: grey weather and misty rain and lot of Indians make it so British. Some coffee in the same paper […]
I spent the day at the beach today, getting a strip burnt and looking at the sea from the roof of a bar. I should avoid such moments. They are expensive, emotionally and financially. Cannot live like in a holiday all my life. At least trying to get from A to B looks more like […]
HK could be everyplace. Imagine Beijing, cum New York, cum London, cum Johannesburg, cum Mumbay. Chiba city does exist in Kowloon, under the name of Chungking Mansion. Still I could not find any retractable steel razors to be implanted under my nails and when I asked for a mono-molecular lazo, I was given puzzled looks. […]
Looking at people behind the windows of a bar sipping coffe. Quite banal, isn’t it? Especially when it is a Starfucksbucks, and your breakfast is a Egg White Delice Ciabatta, whatever it means, and you’re sipping a plain flat american coffee. I corrected mine with a dash of cream (a cloud, as Yanez De Gomera […]
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