|The author in Hong Kong in the nineties|
The narrator, Emma, must pick up some tapes from a scary man in Hong Kong. The year is 1989.
He gestured toward a chair. I had to pull my eyes away from the hypnotic view over Hong Kong, north to the Kowloon hills, and beyond to the New Territories and China. Below us, ferries, wooden junks and freighters from every port of call criss-crossed the busy harbor while jets took off and landed over the water in the east.