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Video: Hong Kong Agent - Daimaru Ghost Bus - (Full Episode)
DAIMARU GHOST BUS - return of the emperor (An EPISODE from THE HONG KONG AGENT)
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TRANSCRIPT:
THE AGENT: So which part of Japan are you from?
T: Hong Kong.
THE AGENT: Nagasaki 9th August 1945.
T: My dad’s birthday.
THE AGENT: Tell me about it?
T: While the Americans were busy depopulating the island of Japan, my grand mother was busy populating the island of Hong Kong. And my granddad was busy changing his name.
THE AGENT: Young? Maltby? (British Commanders)
T: Sakai Takashi (Japanese invasion commander)
THE AGENT: I thought your granddad was fighting them?
T: He was fighting the Japanese while hating the British. At least their skin was the same shade of yellow. Ironically he ended his days neither British nor Japanese.
THE AGENT: Still, he’d be happy to know that forty years later you’d be thoroughly Japanified. Listen, how much farther to the Daimaru Department Store?
T: You’re a little late; it closed in 1998. I guess the The Asian Financial Crisis didn’t travel west…..
THE AGENT: So what’s with the sign on the front of the bus?
T: Memory follows function; around here people use buildings and sites as memory markers, it helps to keep them anchored as they drift….
THE AGENT: By the way, got any tips on where I can find a 1997 EVA series 02?
T: Mecha’s are dead. It's all about sexy girl figures now. We're even selling them to the Japs. Heard of the Twins? Anyhow, try the Sino Centre in Mong Kok. Ask around for Master Mersa, they’ll know who he is……
MONG KOK Interlude
Mmmm melancholy gentle mid-winter glow
Mong
kok
p-p-p-pop palace-ebo?
tunnelling inward to the centre of now new neo-Nippon-nature well-come to my tight fit maxi-maze - outer neon skin sheds ray-on-gun mysteries reflected in the thousand street eyes alive with hope and uniqueness, each pair a floating vessel carrying a billion possible memories.
Now in decode mode, mobile and scanning, sensing no malice, only sadness, respect, awareness, sensitivity and then unexpectedly from this saline eyeball world a tear-drop falls…….
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