I could not sleep the night before. The air conditioning was on, temperature and moisture at nominal levels. I even swam 500m that evening, just to get tired enough. The trouble was all in my mind. Questions about the little island of Hong Kong, ticking away like a bomb. Couldn’t be bothered to stay still when the morning came, so off on a walk I went. The route was recommended by my father.
It was too dark for the phone camera, and I only lingered for 2 minutes, but I think I captured the gist of it. A bunch of tents in the HSBC tower, adorned with a makeshift school classroom, books and artwork peppering the sidelines. It almost looked official, if not for the huge tarpaulin signs. I almost mistook ‘The GF Protest’ as ‘The Ground Floor Protest’, what, were there protests on the other floors as well? But actually ‘GF’ stands for ‘Grand Fraud’, which I learned from the main tarpaulin sign shielding the entrance of the HSBC cavern. Continue reading