Hong Kong: The Villain Hitters

I’m walking around Hong Kong. Strangely it rains. I take shelter under a highway and I see them, in their splendor, all old, toothless and smiling, they are the Villain Hitters. It’s like a siren calls for me. I smile at all, I try to communicate but obviously they speak only Cantonese. I am not even helped by the two words I know in Mandarin. I choose the less-tooth hitter, just for sympathy and compassion. She has oily hair held back with iron combs, a gorgeous blouse and long yellow nails. I love her already. She makes me sit on a low stool, hands me a bunch of printed sheets in different colors and shapes, folded over one another, makes

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The Moment, Forever

“Per sempre (forever) solo per sempre (only forever) cosa sarà mai portarvi dentro solo tutto il tempo (whatever will be bring you inside me just for all the time) per sempre (forever) solo per sempre (only forever) c’è un istante che rimane lì piantato eternamente (there is a Moment that remains eternally there” Luciano Ligabue   The brain, what a mystery. I wonder what snaps into our skull when we live “in the moment,” when we are so aware and present that everything becomes clear and clean, and that moment – beautiful, horrible, sometimes apparently insignificant, is so intense that it is sticks to gray matter and we can no longer remove it. Why then just “that moment” and not

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Hong Kong: Maura vs Typhoon 0 – 1

After a few days of unpacking boxes, re-washing dusty plates, re-ironing horribly wrinkled clothes, buying tons of food to fill the empty fridge, re-filling the pantry, pampering and reassuring the dog after a solitary moving-trip from Shanghai to Hong Kong, today finally school restarted. School uniform brand new, nose crushed on the glass of the school bus, nervous smiles and eyes filled with expectations … I admit I teared up with two tears… I went home, washed the breakfast plates and turned to the mountain of boxes that still needed settling. My first thought was: “Today, I’m just doing all out cleaning of the house.” The second one: “Fuck the house; I’m finally going to make a trip to town.”

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Italy: Handsome Men and Smooth Necks

Finally I am in Italy. Absorbing the time zone, between a buffalo mozzarella and a summer thunderstorm I find myself reflecting on a world-wide problem. It isn’t the Brexit and not even the European Football Championships, but the total lack of handsome men in China. You can say:  “you are a forty years old woman married, what are you doing thinking of beautiful men in China?“ The answer is: The look is connected to the way it tastes. Because every now and then look and be looked is good, you start to dress decently, put some make up in the morning, avoid getting out in pajamas with a horrible hairgrip on the hair. You find the motivation to do 100 crunches

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