Humidity

I was born in the heart of the Po Valley. I lived here a good part of my life. I know a lot about humidity. Misty, cold wet feeling in the bones in the winter, sticky feeling and mosquitoes in the summer. All this training done at a young age, however, has not prepared me enough to face the Humidity Olympics: living in Asia. For example, when I return home in the evening and the air conditioning has been switched off all day, the wooden floor is soaked in condensation that my feet slips off and I end up with my ass on the floor. The mosquitoes are not too annoying, here are great giant cockroaches that jump out of

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Hong Kong: Umbrellas

It is raining. In the summer in Hong Kong it rains. Monsoons, typhoons, summer rains, thunderstorms, amber, red and black rain. We have them all, one after the other. To stay on the train with the colours of the rains, the flooding, the closure of the schools and everything involved in living in a place with shit weather, there are various ways including: Hong Kong Observatory App that sends disturbing warnings of natural disasters every ten minutes and that I have silenced and obviously never consult. The school SMS that warn about the conditions of the roads, the delays of the school bus and the eventual closure of the school, which I read late (who reads text messages in 2018?).

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Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery

“Good morning girls, today we’ll go for a trip! Yeah! “ “Where?” Emma asks suspiciously. “In a beautiful place, at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery “. “You go see those Buddhas, I do not care” she replies. “Uuuuuhhh, nice trip to Poopooland, thank you so much” adds Nene. I would say that we are all in a positive mood, happy and energetic, full of enthusiasm, ready to face the 30 humid degrees and the long journey ahead. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery (Man Fat Sze) is located in Sha Tin in the New Territories. Built in the ’50s by the monk Yuet Kai, this monastery gathers more than 13 thousand Buddha statues of different sizes, each one different from the

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Sociological Experiment – Chapter 3

“Good morning, ma’am, how many people?” “I am alone.” “It’s okay this table in the corner?” “Perfect; thanks” I look around. The restaurant is full, all small tables are occupied by lonely people who eat watching the phone. All except the one next to me. There’s sitting a man in his forties looking at my ass. He does not look away even when I stare at him impatiently. In fact, he smiles at me and asks me kindly, I correct myself, he asks my ass with kindness: “Do you want to keep me company? I do not like eating alone.” “Oh my God, oh my God! I am the sociological experiment of someone else!” I think with joy, “Will I

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