Someone once told me that there are billions of moments in life that are noted by the brain, but only a select handful of them are recorded and stored. And the lucky selection of those memories are apparently the ones that strike a deep resonance within the person.
Of the four months that I have spent in Hong Kong, I remember most clearly the first night here - spent on my window seat overlooking the harbor. A lot of my questions have been answered since that very first night, some with definite conclusions and others with even more questions.
to be continued.
