Six weeks...

Last night i was chatting with Oisin. My sweet son. I lay in bed with him, saying that it was coming to an end our time in Singapore. Do you think you'll still come out next year i asked him. Yes, of course! Was his reply. I hugged him...my son, growing up.

It has been almost twenty years since i left Singapore. Well, fifteen. It is not the country i left of course. Change happens constantly. This time round i recognised the complete loss of the place i grew up in. I am overwhelmed, i felt helpless and insignificant. I felt as if there was nothing left of a human sized reality left here. Between the kaege and jaegers of economic development and population explosion, i was completely lost.

Is there somewhere in some interview where Lee Kuan Yew says overcrowding at any cost is a good idea? Did i miss that? 

When i end up being mangled just about everywhere i go, was that in some kind of game plan? When they projected seven million people, did they think about a quality of life or did they look at economic figures and go, this will make the economy work? What? 

I used to laugh at my sister and mom when they complained about it being too crowded, but yesterday when i was saying that this is impossible that we cannot go out and enjoy the place, and then laughed, my sister said, you can laugh, you don't have to live here.

Will Singapore become this sort of nursery, creating and turning out well educated, driven people who will then go on to migrate to other parts of the world, because at some stage life has to be more than eating and working? In turn others will take their place? Really a place of transition...?