Half a year earlier, nothing indicated to me the massive protests
Hong Kong. December 2018: Your evil flowers kill starving children stood in large letters on a damp house wall - a statement that was obviously written in great haste. These words didn't want to reveal their riddles. The ceaselessly bustle and this phrase were
to me the synonym of Hong Kong. A city that did not hide its impenetrable secret in the darkness of the shadow: rather, the glare of everyday and pragmatic activity prevented a clear view of the true state of mind of its inhabitants, even though they were clearly and steadily clear to their eyes every day. Anyone who has experienced the city knows that these people have no illusions, neither romantic nor
to get caught up in ideological pitfalls: they want to determine their own lives and pursue their day-to-day work unhindered. It was only through the concrete demands of the protesters who went through the world press that the "secret" of the city dissolved into nothing for me - and it came to my mind clearly and clearly: the metropolis never had a secret. It was only my view of the city that created it.