Four days in Hong Kong. No wasted time.
We landed just after Super Typhoon Ragasa had torn through the city. The damage was done elsewhere. What remained was clarity. The sky washed clean. The air sharp and light. Hong Kong looked precise again, edges visible, colors honest. After a storm, the city breathes better.
The days were busy. We met good friends at HK WALLS to plan a future project together. No big declarations. Just walking, looking, deciding. Walls tell you what they want if you listen long enough. Some say no. Some wait.
Between meetings, we scouted new spots. Measured sizing. Counted steps. Checked light at different hours. Alleyways in the morning feel different by late afternoon. Paint behaves differently in humidity. You learn fast or you redo everything.
New collaborators appeared naturally. Conversations turned into shared routes. Shared routes turned into trust. In Hong Kong, friendship often starts with work and stays because it works.
One afternoon we met Marco, now President of the Rotary Club of Kowloon. We sat down to plan something ambitious. An international involvement of Rotary in a future tech-art project that does not fit neatly into categories. Too cultural for tech. Too technical for art. Exactly the kind of thing that needs structure and belief at the same time.
The city held all of it well. Meetings upstairs. Measurements on the street. Food eaten quickly between stops. The harbor shining without effort. Hong Kong does not need to impress after a storm. It just shows up clean.
Four days passed fast. Enough time to align. Not enough to get comfortable.
Some cities reveal themselves slowly.
Hong Kong reveals itself after impact.
And then asks what you are going to build next.
