Day Four: Tonight Is Our Last Night, And Nobody Can Reach Me
Thursday, 6th September 2012. Kowloon, Hong Kong.
bar waiters don’t look the same all over the world, because bars don’t look the same. neither do the clients. we’ve smoked a lot of cigars after office hours at the Café de Fontaine at Mody Square over the past ten years; our offices used to be next door at the East Ocean Centre and the staff knows us well, but still, bar waiters don’t look the same in Hong Kong as they do back home.
tonight is our last night down here, we leave for Macau tomorrow. at seven o’clock my cell phone dies, and nobody can reach me.
tonight is our last night, and nobody can reach me.