Where is the love?
My Turkish neighbour in Hong Kong and his local girlfriend have a peculiar relationship. Rather frequently I wake up to him yelling the most abusive satanic verses at her which can go on for an hour, and 2 hours later I see them holding hands, walking her dog clad in a pink dog-sweater.
When Raphael arrived in HK, we were at the garden rooftop chilling, when the yelling started again. I wrote on a Stick-it "Where is the Love?" and stuck it on their door. I left HK soon after that, forgetting all about it.
My maid phoned me today to say there was a note on my door that read "Fuck You". She was worried.
It got me thinking. The man loves to abuse to love later.
I conclude he is on his way to loving me. He just does not know it yet.
When Raphael arrived in HK, we were at the garden rooftop chilling, when the yelling started again. I wrote on a Stick-it "Where is the Love?" and stuck it on their door. I left HK soon after that, forgetting all about it.
My maid phoned me today to say there was a note on my door that read "Fuck You". She was worried.
It got me thinking. The man loves to abuse to love later.
I conclude he is on his way to loving me. He just does not know it yet.
posted by Magdalena Wszelaki @ 3:09 PM
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