YOGA

I know, it’s too long I do not write. I would like to update you on my Sociological Experiment, I would like to tell you about the horrific giant cockroaches that infest my home, I would like to take a few hours off to discover the lost corners of Hong Kong, like taking the ferry, leaving the island and go to read the future from Mong Kok’s fortune tellers. Instead, I spend all my time and all my energy in Yoga. So now I’m talking about it. Have patience, the heart cannot control. First and foremost, a premise that I have a heart to do after reading the comments and the atrocities on the various social media  as a result

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Sociological Experiment – Chapter 1

Often at lunch I eat out. Sometimes with friends after yoga classes, sometimes alone between giving a massage,  performing Pancafit for a client or going to the market. In Hong Kong, but in fact in all Asia, there are plenty of restaurants with a lunch menu, which always includes a main course and two or three side dishes. Imagine a tray divided in spaces, like the Japanese Bento. It can be found with Japanese dishes, Chinese, but also Western food; I find it a wonderful option if you do not want to stray each time like piglets or you do not like the sad fast sandwich eaten in five minutes, maybe even standing. Usually, besides the two or four-person tables,

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Maura and The Do-It-Yourself

Today I build a bed. I go to Ikea with Emma, walk around the bedroom area and after evaluating the various models by pros and cons, stability, size and color of the structure, we choose a wonderful MALM. White single bed that is always fashionable, high headboard really comfortable for young readers, two beautiful drawers for keeping all the “secrets” which I promise to never open. After the bed section, Emma dives on all the mattresses in the furniture exhibition. She bounces, stretches out, tries to get to the side and then to her favorite sleep position, belly down with the butt up. I never understood how she can sleep like this. In the end, the choice falls on a

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Hong Kong: Food, A Beautiful Story

One of the pleasures of expat life is having international friends. Finding common ground with people physically, culturally and ethnically different from us. Which then are not just small things in common but tons. A bond is created and the friendship magic begins. People are chosen for affinity and not by culture or race. Language makes the difference. If you come to speak the same language, whatever it is, then you can establish a contact, you can really get to know the person and become acquainted with a person’s depth, not just what we seem to be. Communication is all. To learn something about other cultures there are various methods: go to the museum and it gets on your nerves.

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