Kuala Lumpur @ October 2010
A nice fable for a small tiger

Arriving at the very early morning in KL, the dark heat at 4.40 AM was beating my face. Who the *F.... is flying at midnight above the coast of South Chinese Sea? The smell of petroleum in air, sleepy ghosts on streets and a rail station, which was more an empty temple in a lost and depopulated village, than in THE finance capital of East Asia, as his - former- excellency and my colleague Dr M. Mahatir never stoped to claim Malayasia to be. The holy hall was full of ATMs. But none of these cash mashines accept any Eurpean bank card, around the station is a big constructin site, almost no way out, and no way in. Good morning KL, the city what sleeped very well.