That Hong Kong 1955 morning…………………….
Looking around for that old, very ancient Chinese chest, that relic with some handcraft beautiful engraving showing the story of my family, how we got here, it was long time ago the chest was as old as this abandon fortress city was built, but it contain contents from my past, it was long ago that I’ve haven’t’ even open it ever since I’ve place parts of my past behind in this relic chest.. The many layers of dust, as it was gathering dust in this hall as very much so of the other relics in this hall..
Opening up this old chest of mine, brought so much memories why we’re here, in some, most cases it was self-exile at its extreme… Having looking around in this hall remains all this contents of my family life, and lives from what we came from, also somewhere nearby, something represent that self-exile… entering the combination on this ancient Chinese lock.. With the metal lock keys combinations with a series with Chinese and a several rounded dialing like characters…
Continues……………………………..
