Secretly Planning


I had been secretly planning to take her along.
The other day I whispered into her furry ear:

You should pull yourself together.
You should come along to Peru.
If flying should be no good,
we could go by boat.

She listened,
looked at me,
and rolled herself up.


Foto: 2004.10.11 / 2019.01.08  Tin Liu, HK.


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Last night she was playful like a puppy,
Tearing a sponge into pieces,
Throwing up a bone to play catch.

One day up, the next day down.
Just now she staggered up the steps,
But Stephen had to carry her down.

Her days may really be numbered.
It is not going to be an easy winter.
She got two raw chops instead of one.


Tin Liu, HK, 2018.12.30



One of those mom tales … Christmas

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We had a rather eventual Christmas. Of all things, we had to be busy with the septic tank. The tank is full and the sewage pipe was blocked. Dirty water (from the toilet and shower and kitchen sink) seeped into our shower cabin.

I had to look for someone to clear the pipe and empty the tank in the middle of the night, at 11 o’clock, on 23rd. The guy we used to get for the job said he was fully booked. Desperate me suddenly remembered seeing some posters with phone nummber at the back lane. I went out to look for them and I really found some.

This new guy said his schedule for emptying the tank was also full. But he could come and do some initial clearing of the pipe. And with that, hopefully the matter could be esaed. The tank could be emptied on Christmas Day. An angel.

We felt relieved for the night, knowing someone would come on the next day. The guy did come and did some clearing, but alas to no avail. So, not that much peace at heart on Christmas Eve. And with high expectation we waited for Christmas Day.

The septic tank is at our neighbour’s backyard, five houses away, where the steps come down. And they are having a garden party today. The poor house owner was very much disappointed that it had to be done on the day of his party. I told him I had considered not using the bathroom and cleaning up the back lane (where the dirt flows out) for another day and ask the cleaning agent to come tomorrow (26th) . But then I am afraid we might have to take the risk of the tank overflowing in the middle of the merry-making..

A good thing he is a reasonable man. To pacify him, I gave them a Panettone meant for our Christmas celebration, with a note to explain the cleaner was coming not at noon but at 1:30.

The cleaning team arrived puctually at 1:30. Yes, quite extraordinary for HK standard. Yesterday he even called to say he would be one hour late.

At around 2:30 pm, we handed the backyard back to our neighbour. He was happy. So were we.

No merry Christmas as such, but yes, a happy one. 🎄

A Christmas with a functioning bathroom and toilet! What luxury!

Wish All a Happy Christmas!



One of those mom tales … Brakes

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One of those mom tales …

For 50 years I have been rehearsing this scene in my head: going down a long slopy road with no brakes.

But what happened this evening did not happen on a long down-hill road, but where we live, a short slopy road.

I have devised the strategy of steering the car to go zigzag at low gear. But this road of ours is far too narrow and far too short. I could switch to L-gear but there was no way to reduce speed by going zigzag.

Gott sei Dank! The road is a little wider towards the last stretch. I could slow the car down a little by manoevring a slight curve.

Gott sei Dank! There is a house at the foot of this hilly road. So, as the car slid out of the slight curve, I could direct it towards a side-wall…

And, just as the car was about to hit the wall, I turned the car away, letting the front side rub against the rugged wall to brake.

Apparently the 20-ft wall was too short for braking purpose, but, Gott sei Dank, where the wall ends is the side of a few stoney front-door steps.

The bumper bumped against the top step and the car stopped.

I turned off the engine and re-started the car. Strange. The brakes were there again. To be on the safe side, we still decided to cancel our original trip downtown and took the car to the mechanics workshop downhill instead.

With a scratched front side and a hole in the bumper and some metal almost touching one tyre, our sturdy old auto managed to arrive at the workshop together with us in one piece. After parking the car in the dark compound, I called up our dear old mechanic.

‘You don’t know what that little red light is for? The brake warning indicator, I think. Brake fluid leakage maybe? In any case, leave your car where it is. Not safe to drive. I will come and bring it down for you tomorrow morning.’

Gott sei Dank! We had no accident on the way down.

It had not yet started to rain and Stephen was along, so it was a really nice little walk home uphill.


2018.12.05 Tin Liu, Sai Kung, HK

Foto credit: Maria Del Pilar Marcapiña

Forgetful Min

 Fanny-Min Becker

5 June 2015 at 10:00 

Forgetful Min

I fed Dad half a Nougatini, his favourite,
Since he said ‘no’ to most foods.
I wrote six pages of chatting,
Since they have taken off his hearing aid.

I saw no frail old man lying helpless:
It was like old pals doing pal things.
I keep forgetting that Dad is 93
And me no longer his little Min.

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Ho KK:

Fanny-Min Becker:  Yes yes, my dear KK, but life is actually made up of long good-byes: there is no return of any minute, the more reason to treasure every second, thus no regret as such in parting. 
Agnes Wong:  But you forever his dear girl.
And he forever your great dad.

Tam Kam Hon:Gong gong teaches me Chinese calligraphy.


Fanny-Min Becker:

2018 World Fair Trade Day Party @ MM

《2018 世界公平貿易日》

2018.05.12 星期六在《MM店》舉行的小小《世界公平貿易日》慶祝會,多得粉絲白茶 W 小姐自動請纓為我們拍照。

短片新手阿敏,花了兩天,把照片整理、縮小、加插圖、製作成 PowerPoint,然後把 PowerPoint 變為短片,再 在 google 搜查 如何在不侵犯他人版權原則下 配上音樂。

原來 facebook 有個新玩意叫 Sound Collection,有免費音樂。於是下載了一條 聲帶,用 Movie Maker 配樂。成功了。 好開心。 

拐了一個大彎! 行內人得知,一定。。。

Music:facebook Sound Collection ‘Woffgang’, courtesy of Man DeLorean


Yes We Can_to Tameer


不是神  No God
無能控制  We cannot control 
心停 心跳  heart hop heart stop

但有能  But we can
控制心門  control heart door
開開 合合 open open close close


To: Tameer Poon Freela


This is what I wrote on facebook a year ago in response to a post in Spiegel:

18 April 2017 at 00:11 · Hong Kong · 

Ich bin zwar nicht in Deutschland geboren, habe nicht mein ganzes Leben in Deutschland verbracht, dennoch habe ich mich während meines Aufenthalts in Deutschland NIE fremd gefühlt, Ich bin warmherzig aufgenommen worden. Auch wenn ich zur Zeit nicht in Deutschland wohne, und nicht mehr mit einem Deutschen verheiratet bin, bleibt Deutschland mein Heimat im meinem Herzen. 

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“Sehr viele erzählen mir, sie hätten sich für das Präsidialsystem entschieden, weil sie sich in Deutschland schlecht behandelt fühlten.”: Hasnain Kazims Kommentar zur Wahl der Deutschtürken.

” a lot of people tell me you chose the presidential because they felt bad in Germany.”: hasnain kazims comment on the choice of the German.


This is what I wrote today, one year after:

Zwar bleibt Deutschland mein Heimat im Herzen
inzwischen ist es mir aber klar,
daß ich nicht mehr als Einwohner zurückkehre.
Wenn Gott will, wiederfindet meine Seele
ein neues Zuhause anderswo. 




She enters my shop.
We had a good talk.

You have a good heart.
But you lack Wisdom.

A strike of lightning.
Ending endless thinking.


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