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  • I was walking in Hong Kong today and Christmas was everywhere.The windows full of beautiful things were talking to me and saying " buy me buy me."I wish I could bought everything I saw and give it to people I care for but for some extraordinary reason I am not into the Christmas mood.Three months of heavy challenges an I am still here like a tree that is standing after a storm.People say go with the flow,go with the flow and as Chinese say If is a problem with solution why worry and If the problem does not have a solution why worry.That believe make things so easy and life really bright but as long as we are inside in a body and we are humans no matter how many words of wisdom we hear we worry.

    I am in front of a coffee shop with windows full of french macaroons.It is amazing how little sweet circles can became so many different things in our memory. They always represent for me happiness in Paris,enjoying life.I always associated those beautiful french sweets with beautiful moments.The pinks ones smile to me and I am in Versailles,the green ones look at me and I am sitting in a coffee shop in St Germain,the purple takes me to Le Louvre and I can have a whole trip just by looking at them.

    I stopped at my doctor's building.My appointment is now .I see the elevator and for the first time in so many years I notice that the number 13th floor does not exist.It is amazing that I forgot that buildings in Hong Kong are always built without that number.Here is because the 1+3= 4 and four is death.
    It is curious how is the rest of the world the number 13th is associated with bad luck .It must be a connection somewhere.
    Hong Kong is an amazing mixture of modern and old.So many superstitions.The banks,the tall buildings as the ancient ones have little mirrors looking to the opposite way the reflect away the bad spirits.It must be a crushing of spirits on the air coming and going.
    This Christmas Eve I will be on a plane going to Cape Town.Not by choice but for the need to fly on that date.Maybe I will see Santa flying next to me through the windows with all the reindeers and If I am lucky I could take a picture of him.Everybody around me is trying to tell me that I must do the impossible to get in another flight.They do not understand that for me Christmas had become like any other date and at the end of the day I prefer to be sitting in a plane away from the whole world.When I was little I used to wait for Santa and it was amazing to find my gits the next day.I was happy for a long time.Today is always a lonely affair.All my family is in different parts of the world.My two children one will be with his girlfriend in Australia and my daughter in Cape Town with the boy's friend family.My close friends over the years moved away from Hong Kong and the ones still here are going back to their homes to be with children and grandchildren and to have a proper Christmas and I guess that Christmas on the air seems more appealing than a lonely table and with food sprinkled with tears.
    I see people rushing and cursing carrying bags with presents and waiting on long ques for hours for a taxi. I see people writing cards with the hands but no with the hearts and the whole season has become such a commercial affair.
    I wish I could be back to the night when Christ was born.It must had been such a beautiful time.I wish I could had been there.It must had been really the proper Nativity made of love and hopes,and Glory.No Santa or trees or having to buy presents as a duty.No cards to be written by force,no expectations of any kind.In that magical night when the divine baby was born I do believe that the world was completely at peace.
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