There is a little know world subsuming Hong Kong as Financial Centre, this is one of the characters taken from the territories lesser frequented byways…

GUO DU－James Tam’s Blog ＊ 过渡 － 谭炳昌的博客

Guo Du — TRANSITION in Chinese — is my transient stream of consciousness, and tales of the self-endangered species of unthinking Homo sapiens …   “过渡” 是我一刹那的遐思狂想, 掠影随笔, 和有关一群自称＂智人＂的灵长目笨猴自找灭亡的故事。

THURSDAY, 4 FEBRUARY 2016

Hong Kong & Taiwan’s “Brain Drain”

The following SCMP article doesn’t surprise me (http://www.scmp.com/lifestyle/family-education/article/1300687/more-residents-leave-hong-kong-experts-worry-about-brain).  I think a severe “brain drain” has been going on for some time, as evidenced by the high proportion of intellectual dross in the community.
Historically, HK’s talent outflow was predominantly westward. Now it’s north and west. Both Taiwan and HK suffer a silent leakage of useful people. Silent because the more serious the depletion, the less we hear about it. The mainstream media don’t like the story, and the alternative voices are gone. Two million Taiwanese live in mainland China. Serious enough? Hush hush.
ALSO, his writing…
The pounding on the door sends him sitting bolt upright.
“Open! Police check!”
He can’t move or think. All his blood seems to have drained. He’s cold, so cold that he can’t shiver. His stomach is churning, but too weak to throw up.
Three more knocks, ominously gentler.
An indistinct discussion outside, followed by the confused sound of keys clinking…
She stares up at him.
Through a chink in the black paper taped over the windows of the hourly motel, a dim shaft of light lands on her waxy oval face. A thick strand of greasy hair, damp with his sweat, is caught between burgundy lips. Plump yet dry and faintly wrinkled, they look like pig livers after a long day at the butcher’s counter.
Her dark round eyes, vacuous and wide like a Japanese voodoo doll’s, reveal a dazed trepidation.
Mud si ah? Chan Sang? What’s the matter Mr. Chan? Her abstract voice unfreezes him. He raises his hands as if to show nothing’s hidden in his palms.
Shhh. Guai guai.Be good. Be very quiet. Shhh. 
He pulls the clammy blanket over her. She doesn’t protest. She never does.
The door swings wide open.
“Police!” A bright light shines on his face. Searing heat penetrates his frozen head, setting off a deafening ring inside.
Startled, he pees the bed. The urine keeps flowing, as if his bladder is infinite. The warmth feels comforting for an instant. The stomach lets go. He convulses violently, and vomits all over himself and the unmoving shape of her tiny body, curled up against his drenched lower body.
short stories cover JT in sparkling light
Older post on Occupy:

The Grievances Behind Occupy Central

Now that the Occupy Central dust has settled in the landfills, it’s time to take a step back to try to understand the nature of the discontent.

When everyone was preoccupied with Occupy Central, I noticed a general distinction between the yellow and blue sympathisers I knew. The blue ones were on average the more analytical type — techies and scientists etc. Yellow supporters tended to be more passionate than left-brained. They felt it in their heart that something needed addressing, but couldn’t quite put their finger on it. Some people could be highly intelligent, yet refuse to subordinate an emotional response to cerebral scrutiny as a matter of principle. They regard analysis lesstrue than feeling. I feel the same way too in many things. But politics is a notable exception. Modern politics has been plagued by crafty  professionals whose job is to incite and manipulate mass emotions, and suppress rationality.

In ‘My Take on Occupy Central’ (http://guo-du.blogspot.hk/2014/09/my-take-on-occupy-central.html), I suggested that OC protesters did have legitimate grievances, but were derailed, even hijacked, by dubious politicos and Democracy quacks waving the vacuous banner of Freedom and Democracy in front of their eyes.