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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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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