Love letter to a Hong Kong I once knew

Amid the steady descent into wanton violence and silence, I no longer recognise you

Dear Hong Kong, I first met you when I was 13 or 14. It was a fleeting encounter. My mum was present, as was my brother.

I had a bad hair cut. You were an overcrowded Ocean Park. We didn't like each other very much, I think.

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A version of this article appeared in the print edition of The Sunday Times on November 17, 2019, with the headline 'Love letter to a Hong Kong I once knew'. Print Edition | Subscribe