Becoming local and racist

This random post is in two parts:

Part 1: I am becoming a local because...

I am starting to rush everywhere. Chinese people make an art of looking busy. They rush to work, rush to the beach, and probably would rush to a slow walking convention.

Even if you are not busy in Hong Kong, you have to look like you have a pressing appointment to save a family from a burning house. It's just the way it is.

My shock came today when I realized I have become a rusher. I don't know when it happened, but even on weekends I have to rush from point A to point B and beware anyone who dares amble into my path. It's a habit that I don't need to maintain, I am compulsivley early for everything I ever need to do, so what is wrong with me?

I can only assume that I am becoming more local. Perhaps I should go to some sort of group therapy session before I leave Hong Kong to prepare me for England. But I expect I will be rushing around too much packing!

Part 2: I am becoming a racist because...

At the Halloween party I had drunk a little bit too much and bumped into a German girl who turns out to be friends with many of my friends but had never met me.

I said: Where are you from?

She said: Try and guess

I said: Sweden?

She said: No Germany!

I said: No way! You can't be German you look like you have a sense of humour.

I will try to repair that bit of damage on our next meeting.

I leave you with a picture that I took with the intention of it being used in the

company annual report next year. Upon consideration though, the look of confusion on the two girls in reaction to whatever my boss is saying may mean I will have to reconsider. My desk by the way is behind the self constructed 'Berlin Wall' type divide of folders behind them. You can just about see the British flag flying high on the noticeboard.

bx