The king of kowloon

The hottest news in town is about the dismantle of Queen's Pier as well as the death of an elderly person named Tsang Tsou Choi in the last week. Frankly speaking, I don't care about the demolition of Queen's Pier since I know very little about its history. However, the death of Tsang Tsou Choi did make me feel a little bit sad.

Tsang Tsou Choi died at the age of 86. His death reminded me of his past. When I was young, he always wrote some Chinese texts on public facilities near my house like walls, staircases, power switch boxes. He was a disabled man and had to use a crutch. So, whenever he wrote on a wall, it must have been difficult for him. And, it must have taken him a whole day to write one of his works. But, it seemed that he enjoyed it very much.

He claimed himself to be "The King of Kowloon". A shabby king walking slowly and looking dirty and untidy. But, he thought he was the king of kowloon. So, he wrote his royal message in different places so that people would know he was the king. Because of his eccentric behavior, some people think he was a mad man. He never cared about how people thought of him. In the days when he was writing is works on the street of Tsui Ping, he concentrated on his writing with hundred of people passing by.

A few years ago, some local artists and designers started to do somethings as appreciation for his works. One of his works was sold for around fifty thousand in an auction. The media started to report about the story of Tsang Tsou Choi and he became a famous "artist" in the town...I didn't hear any news about him until two weeks ago of his death. He had not written anything in our estate for a few years before his death and nearly all his texts were wiped off by the government. Tsang's works is a part of our local culture, maybe.