14 years old; with just a few dollars in my pocket, and a piece
of crumbled paper with a roughly scribbled address.
of crumbled paper with a roughly scribbled address.
Leaving McCau, catching the ferry to Hong Kong. Flagging down
a taxi.
a taxi.
I ran two suburbs to avoid the taxi fare.
But what else was I going to do?Mother, Father, brothers all gone. There was nothing left for
me in McCau."
It never fails to amaze me, how far they've gone.
From absolutely nothing to a life of relative luxury.
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