A bit weird but I liked it
Since I was once in the hk police it was interesting because of that. And also certain sights and the language awakened nice memories. As a perfectionist, as someone once alleged I was, I don't think hk police constables would likely be philosophers but you never know. Most constables I remember were rather on the scruffy side, they wouldn't be allowed to take their radios and presumably guns back home with them and I doubt they wore full uniform before or after a shift. But despite that I got that good movie thing of accepting it as reality. Surrealist plot but I quire like those. A trip down memory lane... though the California dreaming song takes me back to the moulin rouge strip bar in Patras and a girl there called Sylvia. The song 'what a difference a day makes' made me think over the past 24 hours and say to myself 'Now I agree with that!'
