‘When I was in Hong Kong,’ recounts Mr. N, (547113), ‘I

stopped at a red light in Kowloon Tong.

It was about three or four in the morning.

Neon sky. Stars of office windows.

I was a gangster then.

After a while a white car pulled along side me

and the electric window went slowly down.

It was Jackie Chan and he smiled and waved.

Jackie Chan and I had gone to school together, before he was famous.

I was pleased to be remembered by Jackie Chan and so I waved back.

Then the light turned blue, and the white car drove away and I never

saw Jackie Chan again, apart from in the movies.’

‘Are you saying you knew Jackie Chan when you were a gangster?’

‘Yes. He was a gangster also. We were gangsters together.’
‘And the red light turned blue?’
‘Oh, no – Green – The red light turned green. It was long ago

and it has been so long since I’ve seen one.’