When I was three months old my parents boarded a BOAC flight at the notoriously dangerous Kai Tak International Airport to take the three of us to England from Hong Kong where they had been living for two years. My mother and father may have been going home, but I was travelling to a foreignContinue reading “HOW ANXIETY FOR HONG KONG’S FUTURE PULLS ME CLOSER TO MY PAST”
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SONGS AND SCRIPTS AND DUNKING BISCUITS 