A lifetime, these now sixteen years in Macau. And it feels as though I had arrived only yesterday! How different the "before" and the "after" of this period of time, so rich in living experience, so surprising to my European eyes.
The first contacts were of confusion and strangeness: a multitude of faces, a different language, different behaviour, and even the warm, damp atmosphere of that late May, all of it seemed to strike the 24 years of 'portugueseness' I had brought with me. I intimately though: I'm going to make a fast retreat - how can I ever stand life here for two long years?!" We were in 1970!