Gweilo

Long Time No See The humid air covered me like a steam in a sauna. Long time no see Hong Kong. It feels good to be back. Ken did not agree. He complained to the taxi driver about an unnecessary detour, Ken felt superior again. Mom as usual ignored him. We were used to his moods. After we settled in for a couple of days on the peak, I had a chance to get out and explore before school started again. The Hong Kong I dreamed of, in England, has changed a lot. There was a huge population growth. The same street seemed smaller now. The deserted Peak had come to life. The excitement that connected me to Hong Kong wasn't there anymore. No one touched my hair. I wasn’t the only gweilo in Hong Kong. I wasn’t special. In the dai pai dong I wondered about how the place was when I was not around. I was snapped out of my dream by an expat. He was huge in build and had a heavy British accent. He asked what did I want to order. I ran away from there. What had happened to all the people, to the culture I loved? Hong Kong wasn’t unique any more. Hong Kong was growing up into a cosmopolitan city. I bought a ticket and sat on the tram. It took me all around the city, the excitement I had before died. Hong Kong's culture still existed but behind the glam of being a modern city. Outside the window I saw a wedding. The colours and the traditional dressing caught my attention. I got of the tram and followed the wedding. I saw a beautiful bride sitting in her sedan chair. She saw me and smiled. Her teeth perfectly aligned, he cloths were bright red, he hair neatly pinned back and her eyes twinkled. She seemed like an angel on Earth. I ran into a stationary and bought a diary with a leather jacket and a pencil. I went up to the Repulse Bay beach. Sitting I felt the breeze whisper to me. I wrote about what I saw today in detail. I fell asleep there and had a dream. I was sitting in a living room, which seemed familiar. It smelled like home. I was grown up and had two