Though the marketing of Hong Kong is not without its shortcomings- there’s a smirk hiding in there- it says something when you’re told by those who know to hold off from coming to America and stay put, because, with my colour and looks, I will very probably have quite an ordeal trying to enter a country, that if the nonstop news is to be believed, is caught up in a crossfire hurricane of divisiveness, racism, goofiness and a dangerous brand of legalised lawlessness. For Hong

Once upon a dim sum  We heard the bells  go Ding Dong We knew we were back  And chilling in the Kong The city called Hong Kong  There was music playing  And people singing  There were beats  out in the streets Music was heard everywhere  This was the soundtrack  to our being and lives  And living the coolest  Cheongsam life style   Copyright ©️ Hans Ebert, 2026 It’s tough growing up, and, sometimes, when having to grow down to fit in with others and “network”, which is a stra

Like needing a shot of rhythm and blues, especially during these very uncertain times, we all need heavy doses of inspiration to get us motivated, because when this inspiration washes over you, it’s like a revitalisation and replenishment needed to go from surviving to living- really living. I’ve been thinking about this more and more, and how the more I am too often around those who don’t give me this nourishment, I retreat into a deep, dark void to listen to the silence, in