Feb29- the missing and the found

What is the feeling of having the birthday on 29th of Feb?
What is the feeling being the survivor of the second world war?

Lucky? Sad? no response?

The fragmented and charcoal dark black brick of the parliment of Dresden suddenly appears to my mind shortly after the first image ( the poison truck) from the short film "World of Glory". The same tonal of darkness and the deathly air make me feel uneasy, and I can imagine, it must be a heart-breaking monment for most the European. For them, to sit quietly to watch the film is impossible. The glaze of the actor is like blaze of insult cutting through the audience. If they ( the survivor) sit still just because they are the lucky one. Then, what is the real meaning of "Lucky", after a series of devastating incidents? Being " Living" is it a luck ? How are the Livings afterall in those years? With no one to share with? With thousand pairs of eyes to stare at? Living in a hosptial like environment with no private space? With the enoch of screams repeats in your dreams? However, the marks of the shoes cannot hide. It cannot hide your fear. It cannot hide how your crumled toes nearly broken down when you saw your loved one being send into the poison room. It cannot hide the fact that you had been stepped onto the scene which you are here speechlessly and even you know they are insane. What is "Living" after all those inhuman actions and incidents? Who are we?

Hey, how's the Lam Hoi Fung's show at the Hong Kong Stadium? Are you laughing all the way through? I bet, it must be the most entertaining show in the year of 2008. You, audience! "The -Saint"! Continuing building your happiness onto someones' pain.

STOP THAT !