St. Teresa's Church, which is located in...
Out of nowhere, a church appears, standing next to a traffic interchange. Farther beyond, apartment names evoke grandeur and elegance. St. George’s Apartments; Grand Excelsior; Lucky Court.
Walk down any street, turn at any corner, and the street signs point toward alien-sounding roads and avenues. Oxford; Cambridge; Waterloo; Lancashire; Inverness; Flint; La Salle. (Where is “Inverness,” anyway?)
More apartment buildings. A second church. Trees and gardens almost everywhere. Catholic schools situated on steep streets. Schoolchildren in uniforms walk in groups. There are conversations in English.
It’s around 4:30 p.m., and somewhere in this unfamiliar place I realize that I’ve forgotten to bring a map. Not that I planned on going anywhere. But I need one to give me a definitive answer to the unlikely question, the one that’s beginning to confuse me:
How did I end up in Great Britain?
The short answer, of course, is that I never left Hong Kong, let alone Kowloon. On the contrary, this area is Kowloon Tong (九龍塘).
The question can – and does – deserve a longer answer though.
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