AUTOTOMY

When we arrived in Hong Kong, we ate at the Chinese restaurant attached to the hotel. In the hotel lobby the sign above the door simply said, “Chinese Restaurant.” So we entered because we were hungry and weren’t ready to venture into the city. We drank green tea and listened to the Cantonese for a while. We managed to order by hand signals and pointing to pictures on the menu. We were the only ones there who weren’t locals, and I felt completely out of place, though I enjoyed that sense of alienation.