Mei Foo. Hong Kong
- Case
- 29 abr 2016
- 1 Min. de lectura
This place seems to be some kind of concrete jungle. From my window I can not manage to see the ground level or the sky, but a landscape formed by other windows, hundreds of them.
Right in front of me, a large family lives, clothes are always hung in their balcony, there are so many people living there that it seems like the tenants are being renewed every week; on the right, there is a Philippine maid that juggles every 4 days while trying to clean the windowpanes; or a bit below, a lady in her sixties walks everyday around her room in underwear at dinner time; among many other neighbours. I guess there is someone staring at me at this moment while I focus on the writing of this blog. It´s a shared intimacy within the anonymity of these windows.
