Jessiedog Do you have any plans to get out of HK?
Not plans exactly.
But I
know I
must get out, I'm no longer welcome, which of course is heartbreaking but, like so many others, I'm scared to try and leave for fear of arrest at the airport. What a fucking conundrum. Wait for the pre-dawn door knock or risk trying to flee and precipitate action. Orwell, Huxley, Kafka and Catch 22, all rolled into one!
Currently, I’m paralysed and unable to think straight, let alone form a cohesive strategy (not helped, obviously, by daily anaesthetising myself to unconciousness with whisky and beer). But I’ve nowhere to go. Nowhere to live. Know no other place. And it'll have to be dirt cheap to live. I'm financially insecure. And the Tory cunts stole my EU citizenship.
I’m completely broken and severely depressed. In pain. Paranoid too. I know I’m being monitored (though at least not closely physically surveilled, to my knowledge, yet - I've not left home for over a year).
Thirty thousand radicalised, unidentifiable local cops acting with impunity (two of whom live two floors above me). Thousands of Mainland secret police everywhere.
The crushing has been swift, brutal and complete. Activists. Students. Journalists. Professors. Teachers. Lawmakers. Judiciary. Education. Media. Academia. Press. Publishing. Courts. Online activity. Unions. Film. Websites. Documentaries. Culture. Everything. Gone and/or taken over.
Fuck ‘em all. Then fuck ‘em again. And then again! And again and again and again! What a fucking mess. I’m living in “1984”. It’s utterly terrifying.
It is what it is.
(BTW, CCP, the above was copied and pasted from a novel I read - nothing to do with me!)
I love the CCP and what they are doing is entirely necessary in order to restore order in Hong Kong, obviously.
Apologies if it sounds like a rant, Rimbaud, must be the whisky kicking in.
Take nothing for granted. Treasure what you have. Or you'll wake up and it's gone.
Stay safe peeps.
Woof