Pride of Place: A series in which teaching staff and students from the English Department reflect on a place in Hong Kong. [Read all entries.] [Revisit the “Pet Sounds” series.] [Revisit the “Headspace” series.] [Revisit the “Ongoing” series.] [Revisit the “Interrogative” series.]
No matter how far away, temporally or spatially, I am from the public housing flat in Tuen Mun in which I grew up, every now and then I still dream of it. In these dreams, I would be opening any door, be it at university, in Europe, on holidays, in a friend’s home, just about to step through it, and then I realise that I am back in this flat where I spent my childhood, and my paternal grandmother is still alive, sitting at the other end of the wood-framed couch, talking on the house phone. And my sisters, small and contented, play some invented game on the floor, as if the world is ours, and we are always together.