There was a place on Hong Kong Island, I'm not sure, something like a
temple with a children's playground in front of it. Sort of a pretty miniature park lost between high
buildings. I sat down there and was sour because I had been looking for some sight I didn't
manage to find - when I saw smoke rising from behind the next bush. Then I smelt the smoke *s*
The old man sat up at looked at me, managing a huge grin. His face, his three teeth, his clothes
were just like, don't know, better than any movie. And then we had a smoke. And we smiled. Because,
after all, I don't speak Cantonese.