I stopped visiting the village, but would see Mr. Li in Sai Kung town, sitting at McDonalds, engrossed in a newspaper that appears to have been salvaged from the garbage. He held the paper close to his face, which probably meant he was nearsighted. That may also account for his shyness and avoidance of people, because he couldn’t see well. Over the years, his favorite place in town had been the Hong Kong Jockey Club betting center. Even in the last days I saw him, he would be squatting on the pavement near the betting center, carefully reading the racing sheet. He was shirtless, shoeless, the bicycle and the dogs long gone. He was becoming much scrawnier and unkempt over the years. Even when I said “Hello Mr. Li”, he would not look up or return my greeting. I left Sai Kung in 2015. Recently, I saw that the following ...

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