Po Po is the Grandmother affectionately called just like my Nonna (in italian) or my Babica (in croatian) in Europe. Po Po here in HK i dont have her actually but i kind of meet them everywhere when crossing the street.
There is a restaurant chain here called Shanghai Po Po, we love their food and their huge childish frames decorations on the walls. I am writing about China PoPo over a phone call to my mom where she was telling about seeing a documentary on Himalaya: up up in the Moutains strong women are lowered deep down into natural wells to fill buckets with pure rose salt; which is lately collected and refined by the men of the village. The entire process is hand made and these women just awsomely carry on such a heavy body work. In China women compromise themselves at the same way although we have no pink salt. Women work and worked very hard until consuming their mind and their whole life, and that’s their result when you cross that street: