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Thanks Mr Kiu , (I believe they call you) , Ladies of the Lens,

That morning in 2009 when I awoke in my hotel room up there in Da nang, I felt myself really in many transitions. 

Of course, transition between night and day, augmented by the eery feeling provided by the glass pane that was a whole wall of my suite from the 35th floor. At first it was night, a royal blue black velvet fabric draped over, here and there, patches of land dotted by spots of street lights and lamp-lit windows. I felt like my childhood dreams of science fiction had came true : I was living in a space station, like the big wheel in "2001: A Space Odyssey" we saw at the Centre Culturel Français in 1972. 

Then violet and rosy streaks slowly beamed from one corner of horizon as dawn lazily pushed back its bed covers and swung its pink-white smoothed legs out of bed. The invisible Sun, from below the low skyline of wooden and thatch cottages across the Hàn river, sent its rays to illuminate the mottling of strato cirrus very high , over 5000 feet probably. Flocks of pink, then white sheeps revealed themselves by rows and lines in the skies, ahead of an undissipated thick wall of cold front dark cumulus.

Then, as the sun got higher, the ripples on the Hàn's surface became more accentuated. A small junk left a parting wake like a smile across the serene stretch of water. 

I found myself excitedly realizing this was also a period of transition for these people, waking up from the hunger-ridden post war years into the accelerating pace of skyscrapers building on the outer bank. The harvest of growth at a 6%-8% clip was visible as the towers grew amid the low cottages. Infrastructural groundwork was being laid. For more speed and flexibility, these people will skip over and jump past the slow fixed telephone lines and archaic economic banking relays. Dive directly into cell phones and internet banking and RFID payment systems. 

Another transition was starting, as I see throngs of pedestrians, some walking, some running , on the paved boardwalks of the Han river. They were mostly doing their callisthenics movements with upper arms and torsos as they walked. Some paused to do Tai Chi. They squeezed in a half hour of exercise before going to work, their offices or market stalls being  fortunately a mere 15 minutes in this (still) small town Da nang. Definitely, health and beauty will be the next stops in transition, for these beginners in Affluence.      

    

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