In the summer of 2011 I spent a few days in Italy which gave me the chance to revisit Venice, one of my favorite places in the world. Almost two decades before, at the first trip abroad after growing up under dictatorship, Venice was this magical place where every little thing was a source of wonder feeding my curiosity. I was eager to revisit it and see how my feelings about it stood the test of time. I wandered on the same streets, stopped at the same corners, took (almost) the same pictures, but something was missing, not that I could figure it out at the time. I could not believe it. Did I become this skeptical, numb, ``saw it all'' person, no longer enthusiastic and curious about the world? It's true, I grew up, changed my life in ways years ago sitting across Piazza San Marco I could have never dreamt about, moved to a different country, found my place, traveled the world. And what about Venice? Well, she changed too, but what's two decades for a 1500 years old beauty? A few scratches here and there. In the right light, from the right angles, it still looked perfect in pictures.
|View from Victoria Peak|
``right now'', the ``happening'', to contemplate just the past was no longer enough. So the wiser and more-traveled me, watching the Symphony of Lights show as it colored the Hong Kong skyline across the Victoria Harbour, found herself in the same awe as ages ago watching Piazza San Marco across Canale della Giudecca. While once upon a time a glimpse to the structured elegant beauty of the past took my breath away, I was now starstruk by the raw making of the future.