Yesterday, February 4 2010, I was at Pousada de São Tiago, after lunch, and enjoy an "iii lai tchá" (hot tea with milk, in Cantonese) in the outside coffee-shop. It’s a pity that today was a misty day in Macau. This is not the winter of my discontent, because the weather has been fairly mildly. But last Tuesday, I was at Pousada de S.Tiago. I had a “tong lemong tchá” (iced tea with lemon) and witnessed a perfect end of day, made glorious by this sun of
I’m preparing another post, analyzing the hundreds of sightings of Madeleine, from Argentina to Venezuela, paying special attention to the 12 (or 14…) “officially” registered sightings in Malta and looking more carefully to how the British Media and the McCann couple reacted to those sightings. A very special attention will be given to the sighting reported by Mr. Ray Roberts, also in Malta.
Last summer I went to
But Le Carré seems to have lost something, after the end of the “Cold War” – a problem to everyone working for the “services”, an expression those Portuguese professionals from this field use. John le Carré, himself, analyzed this dilemma, also in a superb style, in “A Perfect Spy”.
Anyway, it was a book worth the time I spend reading it, during the flight from Hong Kong to
I went to FCC several times, while in
Last thing I remember, before taking a taxi to my hotel, was being at a small bar in Lam Kwai Fong, and a member of the diplomatic corps based in HK lying down in the floor, with a good level of alcohol in the blood.
We were all leaving the bar, together – me, Hugh van Es and other journalists that I can’t remember, for obvious reasons… - and no one give a damn about the drunken diplomat. I asked the patron, a middle-aged Chinese lady, what about the diplomat and she told me: “No problem, he comes here many times and always finishes like that. We will take care of him…”
Another person I met, in Macau, still is an institution inside the FCC, itself an institution in HK: Clare Hollingworth, the British Journalist that got one the great “scoops” of all times when she spotted German troops massing near the border with Poland. I met her in 1989 – the year of June 4 events in Tiananmen and when around 50 thousand illegal residents of Macau went to the streets - when a British minister in charge of Hong Kong affairs came to
I remember I was in the front
I almost freeze. Clare Hollingworth? The author of “There's a German Right Behind Me”? The journalist who first reported the beginning of World War II? My God! I had the same feeling when I shook hands with Walter Cronkite, who came to Macau in 1990, to interview the acting Governor, Mr. Carlos Monjardino, for a TV documentary about
I took her to a quieter corner of the garden, found a comfortable sofa and asked if she wanted a fresh drink. She told me, again: “I’m Clare Hollingworth, I don’t’ know if you know me…” I knew. The Press adviser of the Minister, alerted about her presence, was already with us. “I’m afraid I’m behaving like a reporter…” – she said to the Press adviser, with a smile.
When the meeting finished, Clare Hollingworth was worried about how to get a taxi to the jetfoil, but I already had a car from my office waiting at the gates of Santa Sancha and we went together, with the Minister’s Press adviser, to the pier. During the short trip, she asked a few blunt questions to the poor guy. He didn’t dare to refuse an answer of to say the usual “No comments”, so he was most embarrassed, because he had to reply in front of the “enemy” – me, the acting director of Macau Government Press Office.
I gave him a helping hand and I said that he could speak openly. He had my word that I wouldn’t repeat his answers to anyone. He explained to Clare Hollingworth that the Minister came to Macau to ask to the Governor to stop “redirecting” to HK the boats with Vietnamese refugees that landed in
Whenever a boat with refugees was detected, at high sea, by the Macau Marine Police, they followed international rules and helped them. But people on those boats just asked for water, fuel, food and how to reach
I’m not John le Carré and I’m not Dashiell Hammett, but I’ll try to analyze, in the next post, the many Madeleine McCann sightings, all over the world. I will do it with more detail when looking at what I call “The Maltese Sighting”: the amazing case of Mr. Ray Roberts and the way British Media handled it.
PReis(*) I’m “selling” these details just as I “bought” them. With this, I mean that I trust the source, a low-profile German businessmen living in Hong Kong for more that 20 years, at the time and who, to my surprise, also told me that he had at home several old vinyl records of “Duo Ouro Negro”, the most well-known singers and musicians from Angola, who made with great success, the fusion of the traditional African music and pop music (as you can hear in that link…)