LOG OF A LEFT-HANDED GIRL

No place can be small, only your head can be small and your horizons short. No place can be boring, there are only boring people. There is always something new and exciting, even in the routine, where the human spirits is slowly dying. That is why there are picnics, cinema, walks in the park and Gala dinners to break daily life. There is always something to be learned from someone only if you are enough open to let that someone teach you. Change and enrich your view or opinion. If that is not the case, is it a perfect place for discussion and sharing of experience and in a small (it can never be small) way you tell your life story in pieces to try and explain how you came to be of that opinion. If that is not case, it is a perfect timing to agree to disagree. When sitting for a dinning table, share some of the table manners, like the one of you learned in Hong Kong, like lowering your glass when toasting to a person that is celebrating the evening, showing respect.

The way your eyes travel and not let miss a gesticulation, a way person's mouth make a curve when smiling or making a sarcastic comment or his/ hers flight of hands when explaining something they are so confident of, when meet a new person. That is how last night I learned that I was born left-handed. When I took up my fork and knife and was about to dig in, James claimed he could swear I was left-handed. How?! Why?! Apparently, the way I clap, hold my glass and reach for food and the way I cross my hands told him I was. And I am.

When was five years old, I used to take up newspapers, a notebook, scissors and a pan, go to my parents bedroom and sit underneath the roof window. My favourite kind of window on a lowered ceiling, badeing  a room in morning light and a window to a star filled night sky. I used to sit underneath it, cut out all the headlines that were in red print and than big black ones. When my right hand used to tire under the weight of scissors I just transfer them into my left hand and keep going. When finally happy with the amount of cut outs, I'd spread them before me and copy them into my notebook. Start with my right-hand, when tire, transfer the pencil into my left. And that how I went around my 5 years old business. Until school, where you are thought to pick up a pencil with your right hand. First time I have got a watch, I copied my parents and with my teeth and much exercise tried putting it on my left wrist. So, I was right-handed. Although had a great advantage when was playing volleyball. I could do the same with my left arm, just had to position my body differently.

Last night I also learned by what saying China got Hong Kong back from England. 'If you, English, still want Hong Kong to be English, your 7 million English people will starve to death in dark.' China had enough of feeding and supplying energy to a small peninsula that was not theirs. And that is how in 1997 China got the city back.

What I am trying to say, this island may be small in its square kilometars but its rich in the people who choose to make a life here, permanently or temporarily. I would never trade my knowledge of the English language and all the people I have come to encounter and befriend here.

I have no money in my account, I am not rich.But I have a lots of friends coming from all imaginable countries, backgrounds, carrying different traditions and experiences, cultures. I AM RICH, THE RICHEST!