Hong Kong pure vint…age

There is something deeply vintage in the soul of the city. It may be the contrast of colors. The feeling of maturity and old character. The strive for excellence in certain areas. I always felt vintage here: the atmosphere, the relations, the outlook. Even in the most super modern neighbor. Because the atmosphere, the breeze in the air is the same everywhere you go; what you see is not as important.

Vintage is the word, old is its fascinating personality. This is it! HK! Hong Kong!

They look so outdated these shots but no, they are from few weeks ago. It s downtown of the upstate area: a place with great affluence of people from China, Nepal, Pakistan, Thailand mostly. Now what s next?…

A conjunction bridge between upstate and middle west side. Awsome scenario from the bus.

It s so magical. The light say it all, people live under the glow of ads and multiple rows of old fashioned white bulbs. I m one of them too ^_^

It s now time for a friendly hot-pot or a homey sushi, it s now time to say Welcome to vintage feel of a city!

 

Family dimension

Gathering all togheter is as old as the mother earth. Even the Deities gathered to decide the sorts of the Earth. All people of all countries love to get togheta and enjoy all kinds of things and activities which there would barely be enough time to list. It would be unuseful also to give out examples because in less than one second the reader’s mind would already visualize lots of them. But yes i can list the cool substance about collective meetings: the questions we all ask before, during and after a group gathering with a purpose:

why am i here

what is my purpose

what can i keep and/or cut off

what can i help with

Well, at the end of the day that anykindof gathering was very insightful and in tune with my Life. And eventually it was just a plain anykindof gathering…

Family is becoming such …an amazing and expanding dimension these days.

Action movie, in Mumbai airport.

About  a week ago, with husband I was at a checkin counter in Mumbai airport for returning to Hong kong. We hand both our passports to the young guy behind the counter and happyly realize that the luggage is not overweight after two days of mahashopping. Then i see the fingers of the guy holding onto a colorful purple azul Indian visa page with a blond girl picture. My mind goes “oh he must have more passports on the desk to examine before ours”. Then he closes that passport and i notice it s Italian just like mine. “Oh there must be some other Italians here in airport, sure i am not the only one”. Then mind goes simply blank, we receive our passports and live with our boarding cards to search for a spot for doing a “fill the form”. It s while i am trying to read my passport number that indeed i see the blond girl again! I close my eyes, close the passport. Open my eyes, open the passport hoping to read my name. No, i am seeing correct: dear, look, it s Vicky passport, not mine. How come?? The reception of the center we were staying mistakingly exchanged our passports and nor me nor Vicky (young daughter of a friend) checked inside the pages.

After a couple of minuts of

what we do now?/ Thats too funny!/we didnt check!/The lady at the reception!/Lets call our friends!/you must introspect! (by rethorical husband)…

I have no desire and no time to introspect, this is getting quite exciting, i am in a movie with a sweetly menacing hubbie (where are u going to stay? you have to come back tomorrow now. We have not enough cash to pay an hotel. Dont laugh, this is serious…and so on). Okey i have to contain myself, this is serious, in the worst case i travel alone tomorrow, i can spend 24 hours in the airport, no problem…but how sad to be alone all this time.

Now action! We call all our freinds left behind and in less than ten minuts one of them call us back: I am on the way on a motorbike with your passport, will do my best to be there in less than 2 hours. Yuppi! It s done. I laugh and laugh picturing our friend’s face transforming in Hanuman monkey God, smiling against the wind blowing and manouvring the motorbike in the hub of Mumbai traffic jam! This is SO cool! He s fantastic!

In conclusion, the flight was delayed half hour apparently because of this passport matter. We started literally to make friends with few clarks who appeared on the spot to clearly help us; we were welcomed into managers airport office receiving all the support accompained with jokes and laughs by few AirIndia managers in loco. We were accomodated on comfortable sofa next to a bunch of lonely giggling children ready to fly to Dubai with an hostess who was taking care of filling their forms. Time was spent in the most lovely way except for some intermittent boring “you must introspect” by hub. I see the caring manager talking hindi thru our mobile to our Hanuman in motorbike, giving him directions to which door to drive, then looks at me “give me the passport!”. As i hand it to him he starts softly running, like the actor of the most gentle action movie i was taking part; we start running like in moviola behind him. Time has stopped. The coolest moments of my full India trip! . We stop inside the airport at a small door to see the manager disappearing in it and coming back after a while; he s smiling and handing the passport in a daddey voice utters: now go and take care.

(Hanuman statuework in the picture)

My first five years in Hong Kong

I wish i had the right perfect words to express all the joy and the gratitude for spending now five years of my life in this wonderful place completely drenched into Chinese culture and understanding. When i decided to come here I dont really rememeber, everything always happen very fast sometimes and plays alot with my inside enamourament for ventursome challenges as well as desire to grow thru different experiences. I got what i deserved: a special environment where introspection is the only way out for a westerner.  There are plenty of stories to tell, five years is not a short span of time and actually i feel it like double or even much more. At the same time it passed so fast.

When i arrived HK one of the first thing to impress me were the forever glittering lights of the city, the supertall buildings and the neverending flow of people walking in every place in every direction. I really abandoned myself to this feeling of “being exploring a new reality, a different dimension with multi layers”; it was  a soft abandonment, as soft as the precious advices and guidelines of my native soulmate. I switched on a decoding mode which would enable me understanding what the local language didnt leave to penetrate. I knew i had  a diverse background and i know my history too. But the most important thing i came to realize is that without them, things would have been totally complicated and i could not explore the immense joy at the present.

The colors of this place are shockingly stunning and full of life, my eyes will never be tired to observe the beauty of its mountains, the green of the farms, the pink and yellow of the my age brickstone buildings, the multicolored hundreds of street market with all their abundant harmonious display. I will always treasure one thing here, which is the real common ground with my original country: history. And all which is connected to her (the history) : the wisdom, the spirituality, the good teachings, the fundamentals, the conduct, the family. These are the pearls, i realize, we people should take care of on a daily base, infact they are the keys for a balanced environment. 

Behind the supermodern aspect of the city, the preservation and the nourishment of something more vital. This is my first attraction in Hong Kong and it makes me feel very proud to live here and it makes me wish to live seventy years more here. I cant imagine any other place to live a happy joyous life for myself. Maybe other posts will have more in-place stories and happenings I experienced until now.

5 random things i loved during this time?

  • the birds: there are five aviaries to protect tropical birds here; they are stunning, cute, funny, many. Migratory birds from Australia, Russia, enjoy the warm weather for few months here and we go birdwatching.
  • the local food: there is lots to learn and copy about because the creativity in this field is just immense and unlimited. I steam much more than before for example and got used to hot soups and the use of dry herbs, learn some of their benefits, learn more things about connection between body and Nature in general.
  • the tropical weather: I didnt end up to collect some wool clothes that the warm weather is already kicking outside the balcony. By tendence my body cells worship the moon but they are taking positive advantages to understand the work of the sun too, unavoidably.
  • the delicate people’s heart: their heart is my heart air. I cant imagine my life without that prominent chinese loving touch into it!
  • the background urban noise: i live more in the countryside so i can appreciate, distinguish and laught at all the different sounds and noises dowtown: the people’s yelling, the music playing aloud, the cars and tractors, the traffic light tic tic tic, the train running and stopping on the rails, the bicycles in the traffic jam…

During these years I ve had the opportunity to travel mainland China, to see different cities and villages in the north, in the east and west side of the country. Maybe in the future i could live somewhere there too. China is an awsome place to be, especially nowadays with all these political turmoils going on in various corners of this planet. I feel a certain pleasant degree of safety here. I think it s a blessing not to underestimate. These politicians are really like magicians and they may work anything under that colorful hanky but again, those fundamentals and the inner freedom we are allowed to access today is somethng extremely valuable and reliable. I do treasure this spirituality and this connection to the essence of everything here. I trust it completely.

Motor force in the background

Forget the past forget the past. What is this? …Erase the past? …Understand the past? …Give dignity to the past? Past is a source of power, a spiral of gems waiting to be lucidated and finally sparkle in all their splendor and sacrality. Each person has a special background because each person is special. Two Mondays ago i has the fortune to walk around Rome, the only world city where history comes alive and you cannot forget your past. Rome sucks you back wherever you are born and whatever is your motherlanguage. Rome does make your inside bell ringing: Love Your Past, Give it the Dignity. This is why Rome is awsome and this is also why I am pervaded by immense gratitude fora pretty long Roman pastlife. She understands me. Of course my visit was not only for pleasure causes but there was a productive reason linked to important working documents that She was still taking care of. It was now the time to be fully entitled the predicted sole owner of these Papers. And there i was enjoying the renewed past. When we k.n.o.w. where we are coming from, extraordinary motor forces get ignited. Never forget who we really are if we want to take the chance to drive.