There had been typhoon warnings repeated all day, most of which were ignored. It had begun raining heavily, but the storm was heading South, toward Luzon, according to the reports. I wanted to wander the city for a bit after work. I didn’t want my mother, or anyone in Kowloon Walled City for that matter, to see how upset I was. But the rain made it impossible. As soon as I left the factory, I ran through the mud, down the port, and by the time I was on the ferry, all the passengers were holding onto the railing for dear life because the deck was so slippery.