Today, here in Hong Kong in the morning was going superrealism. On the streets there are no cars, no people. All the shops are closed, empty and quiet. And only in the distance running a police siren, which means that the city has refused to die and it’s not a post-apocalyptic picture.
It turns out that yesterday I missed Chinese New Year in Hong Kong and today off. Therefore, there are no people and everything is so quiet.
And I missed yesterday to pay for my phone and walk all morning today without the Internet in searching of at least some open shops that sell recharge cards to my operator.
In the day off that was still a quest. Nothing works and the situation is aggravated by the fact that even Google MAPS and other services don’t work. And so you have to seek out free internet in Starbucks to understand what to do next.
Hmm, experience has shown how difficult it’s to live today without the Internet …
It’s funny that our traditional phrase that New Year smells of tangerines, came from scarce perestroika years, here, outside of seven thousand miles transformed into a tradition.
New Year here really smells of tangerines, because a mandarin tree is a symbol of the Chinese New Year.
These trees are everywhere. Upon entering the home, in shops, on the streets. Fallen and still not cleaned fruits are scattered through the streets and on the trees there are postcards with wishes.
Tangerine’s mood that I haven’t felt at home for a dozen years then broke out with new force, especially after I bought from a local merchant a huge pack of delicious citrus friends since childhood.
The holiday itself immediately taken to meet with your family, no one being in the streets, closed shops and Hong Kong reminds an extinct city, which is particularly unusual, given its constant violent immediacy.
Kung hei fat choi! Happy Chinese New Year!