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  • I live in Hong Kong.It is a wonderful modern place , where everything works like a clock.Clean, safe and now I call it home .
    I moved there from South America many years ago and I landed in a place I always imagined very oriental very exotic.I found the opposite ,a land overcrowed with tall builduings that had a constant fight to reach the skys and the highest was always the winner. It is not important for the chinese mentality how thin the builduings are is more important that they can be the tallest.
    I used to wake up in the middle of the night and I said"I am in Hong Kong!!!!I could not believe in my wildest dreams that I was really there.I got married with a wonderful man but I did not know anybody at my wedding.My English was very poor and I started the challenge of many alien trees in foreign lands.I felt I was the South American Jacaranda in the Far East, as the poor glorious tree is in the black list of many countries like South Africa where I spent a great deal of time during the year.Beautiful but alien.
    Hong Kong opened the door of my spirituality.I faced the choice to joined people who live days and night with the eyes glue to the stock market ,and the path completely opposite, the old chinese way.I learned healing,I became a Master in Reiki etc but all the diplomas accumulated over the years ended up in my treasure box.I never put any on a wall because I wanted people feel the gift I had since I was a child,interrupted for a few years while I was a journalist in a newspaper in Chile. My gift opened up in the Hong Kong one of the most materialist places in the world!.I was a psychic and a healer and I accepted my mission.I became a teacher.
    At the time I thought I had learned everything I fall flat on my face and I remember a quote"when we believe we know all the answers,someone change all the questions"My life had been a continuous series of beginnings and I am grateful for all the lessons I was given.For me no lessons would equal not learning.
    Hong Kong is the perfect place to be invicible.People walk on the street like ants lost in their own world and you can walk naked and they would never look at you.They are in their world of shares,gold,sport cars ,designers clothes and all what the material world can offer.I used this amazing quality of them to be anonymous.To get into a movie and to cry until the mascara runs down my face knowing that not even one person would look at me.It it was reassuring.The only worry was that my river of tears was going to spoil their pop corn.
    Hong Kong cinema censorship is very interesting.Children can see movies where bodies are cut into pieces but never a movie where a vague outline of a breast can be seen.I guess is the Martial Arts mentality.

    I remember when I arrived in Hong Kong there some of the friends of my future husband used to inspect me just in case they could see some feathers from a real indian from the amazones.They never could and I never felt accepted and the Jacaranda feeling grew up with me over the years: alien.
    I came from a family that was not rich and after my father died I had to work for everything I had.I never had a piece of real jewellery but that was never an issue for me,If I had the money I would had spend it in a shelter for poor animals.
    I was invited to a party and with my other only friend, as well from Colombia decided to play .I bought an emerald neckacle and ear rings so beautiful but they were a cheap fake.When I arived at that party it was a silence.All the women came to check my jellewery and I told them the big lie that my uncle had an emerald mine in Colombia.Since that day all those people who ignore me started inviting me trying to find out how to bring some emeralds for them. I never accepted any invitacion and until now I am the enigma with the qeen neckace around my neck still haunting them.
    It has been a privilege to live all the last years in a place like Hong Kong.It is a place that allows you the space to feel very lonely or to be very enlightened.It is your choice.It is a magical land with hidden beauties,with many more things than the tall builduings.There are nice person too.I came to know them and to understand them even If I am sure they never understood me.
    Many years later when I was abroad I started feeling I missed Hong Kong and then I realized that the Jacaranda finally has grown rooths in it i and it was home for the first time for me.
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