My alma mater in Hong Kong has been in the news this week after it became a battle zone Monday night. I’ve posted photos of the campus before, but I wanted to put many of them here together just to show what a beautiful and peaceful place it was.
The Chinese University was not what people thought of back then when they pictured Hong Kong. There were no bright neon lights and no congested traffic or double-decker buses. Instead, we had packs of wild dogs at night, monkeys sitting up in tree branches, and wild boars out in the surrounding hillside.
I remember the fragrances of the campus, from the flowers and trees, but also the smells of milk tea and Chinese fast food around the open-air canteens, or cafeterias.
I lived on campus for three years, and dated for the first time there, got engaged to someone else there, met lifelong friends there, and wrote a book partially set there.