（上半部） 28.2 綴韻Cityprint 第二期抗拒 Resistance by 第二十八屆香港城市大學學生會編輯委員會【鳴翩】

總編輯

黃偉雄

副總編輯

王煜升張熲燊

執行編輯

顏張朱高

永嘉璧瑞

奇文研琪

助理編輯

黎馮吳凌梁黃梁余何

子家浩軒燕展楚雁

宇程裕倫銘珊晞球飛

美術編輯

梁詠怡陶芷琛姚昕彤

記者

葉譚李鍾李

校對

甄瀅舫

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CONTENTS CITYPRINT 28.2 Resistance 2013

Feature

抗拒盲目城市化城鄉共續的新願景

你們在抗拒什麼？

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道德的幻覺本性即聰明我抗拒Stereotype 高尚是卑鄙者的通行證你能沒有Whatsapp嗎？空瓶子逃離 Jo h n n y ’ s T ra i l Ri d e t o H e a v e n (F o r Beg i n n ers) 磨刀石

People

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不褪色的信念：尋訪上環手工老字號 Meet Soizic 惜食天使 Z e ro Ca rb o n Bu i l d i n g - A Mo d e rn ‘ M o d e l ’ t o b e G ree n

Vo i ce

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黃昏不一樣纏綿遊戲 G o o d b y e , My L o v e l y F i x Me T o a F ri e n d W h o m I H a v e n ’ t S e e n fo r L o n g 仲夏，練習曲留．影千年歌姬茶水

Tr a v e l

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無法抗拒的誘惑：首爾美食精華遊我在冰島遇上的二三事八千米的青春 T h e L a n d o f t h e F re e : Be y o n d O u r T V S c re e n s

Review

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徘徊於沈淪與迷失之間捧上神檯的Daft Punk Zombie Fanatic - Warm Bodies P u l p F i c t i o n : I’ m G o n n a G e t Me d i e v a l o n Y o u r A ss H e a d! 誓言的執著與對失去的恐懼 P h i l i p K D i c k : A W ri t e r a n d T h i n k e r Be y o n d Bo rd e rs 荒唐的時代荒謬的婚姻一個「情」字

Column

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The Stone 開合之間宅毒人生阿黎爸爸與三個大導

編者的話有一次約了朋友在荃新天地吃飯，

主任覺得無神論比較好欺負吧。畢竟佛

碰見一個自稱做訪問的青年。他問我信

教、道教、伊斯蘭教上頭都有個「老

不信神，我說不信。他連忙問我為什麼

大」頂著。要是佛祖、太上老君、阿拉

不信，我說因為沒有科學根據。誰知他

真主他們聯手起來，就算把耶和華派出

就滔滔不絕地和我扯了一大套，從創世

去也可能難以招架。但無神論者呢？上

紀和挪亞方舟，說到近代的考古發現。

沒有老大照著，下沒有同氣連枝的教徒

我才曉得他是來傳教的，而不是做訪問

聯手，多麼孤立無援啊，就拿你們開刀

的，感覺中了圈套。

吧……那簡直就是中國人「打狗要看主

雖然筆者不討厭宗教信仰，但對某

人」的心態！

些宗教理論還是挺厭惡的。就如基督教，說什麼人必須經過耶穌才能得到救

無神論者沒有信仰嗎？為何無神論

贖，不信上帝的話就只能下地獄。莫非

本身不能成為一種信仰呢？就算無神論

神造人就是為了把一大半的人扔進地獄

真的不能算一種信仰，那能不能說我們

裡受苦嗎？這樣的神，一點都不可愛。

信仰科學，信仰自由意志，信仰人文精神呢？我常很羨慕有神論者。當心靈飽

經歷了民國時代的西學東漸，和中

受折磨時，有他們尚有天道可盼，有祖

共統治下大規模階級鬥爭的洗禮，傳統

宗可思，有菩薩可拜，有上帝可依。一

儒釋道的價值體系逐漸崩潰。現代中

位偉大而至聖的造物主，無時無刻，無

國人大多沒有確實的宗教信仰。奇怪

處不在地來傾聽他們的啜泣，成為了他

的是，有人會把改革開放後各種社會問

們心靈最強大的後盾，幫助他們戰勝任

題，歸咎於馬克思主義的無神論。說什

何絕望與恐懼。他們從神的祝福和慈愛

麼是無神論導致物慾橫流，道德淪亡。

中誕生，在神的扶持和指引下成長，又

這顯然是對無神論者最荒謬的指控。我

在死後奔向神的國度。

倒想問問仲尼、顏回、孟軻、荀況他們

但無神論者不一樣。無神論者只有

究竟是信了哪個神才變成聖人的；也想

自己。我們不知自己來自何方，也不知

問問那些變態神父到底是信了哪個神才

自己要奔向何處，不知自己為何而生，

去性侵兒童的。

甚至不知道自己是誰… … 正如陳之藩所言，人的聲音都是死板的鈴聲，人的面

儘管十字軍東征、異端審判、獵巫

孔都是畫廊的肖像。所有人都無一例外

的年代已經過去，卻不代表來自宗教的

地從鈴聲中飄來，又在畫廊中飄去… …

壓迫就此結束。現在仍在不少宗教人士

如果說基督徒是上主的羊，在牧羊人的

反對同性戀、墮胎、主動安樂死等。筆

悉心照料下成長。那麼無神論者就好比

者就讀的天主教中學，要求學生每天早

江上漂泊的船客，在漫漫長夜中尋找那

會時祈禱。我是無神論者，早禱時僅僅

一顆最渺茫的星辰… …

隨眾人一同起立，既沒有默唸經文，也沒有用右手畫十字聖號。

我不是神的寵兒。我只是一顆在宇

早會完畢，我們班主任宣佈：所有

宙中飄浮的星塵，因偶然而存在，又因

學生早會時都必須祈禱，除非有人拿出

必然而消亡。即便等待著我的是地獄的

證據，證明他是信仰佛教、道教、伊斯

審判，我也寧可當《空想詩集》中那個

蘭教等。她又提到，那些自稱無神論者

盜賊的兒子，一面指著滿天星星，一面

的學生是無權拒絕早禱的，因為這些學

抗拒著神的赫赫威名。

生根本沒有信仰，所以祈禱不會對他們的信仰產生衝突。筆者當時就鼓了一肚子氣：為什麼只有宗教人士的意志才應該得到尊重？無神論者的意志則要遭到踐踏？也許班

副總編輯王煜升

FEATURE

抗拒盲目城城鄉市共化續的新願景文／黎宇攝／梁詠怡

FEATURE

JOHNNY’S TRIAL RIDE TO HEAVEN (FOR BEGINNERS) By Jacky Ng

“Do you know what is the best thing that God has ever created?” Johnny’s solemn voice echoed in the washroom. This question was the beginning of the whole thing. By now, I was sitting on the lid of a stool inside a huge changing room. A small bead of sweat glided down my cheek, and dropped onto the package in my hands. I tried to ignore the itchy feeling as I was recollecting ever y shades of colors of that buried memor y. The meditation had already become a necessar y preparation for the following ride. There was always a moment of peace whenever a storm was approaching, so that ever yone would be shocked to the spine when the real horror came. God did this setting, so as I.

The idleness of that summer afternoon was over whelming. While I was pushing my way out through a swarm of classmates for lunch, Johnny approached to me and said he would bring me to a ver y special place, a place that “could change your life forever”, as he said. This sudden invitation aroused my immediate interest. For him, giving people surprises was as easy as breathing. I let him lead the way, while imagining all sort of secrets my only companion in high school was going to show me. On the way, none of us talked, we came to a public toilet beside the local librar y. Then the question struck in (it’s) the way, a question about God. One unrelated concept jumped into my mind: All kinds of philosophical thoughts camp up in toilets. “Why, human intelligence? Our ability to love? Or the immense pleasure brought by sex?” Still, I tried to answer him. “None of the above, my dear friend. These are only some ver y trivial things that most of the ordinar y people would take proud of. How much value could they be* if they are basic possessions of ever yone??” I stared at Johnny’s sneering face. Under normal circumstances, it was a smile of a rebellious high school boy that most parents would hate; but for now, I could see something more evil hidden beneath his slightly uplifted eyes, something that represented a kind of despise against all human beings. From a distance there was the continuous humming of a ventilation fan, and occasional flushes of water from the row of urinals. This place was strangely quiet. Why wasn’t anyone using this toilet? Too clean and too odorless. It looked so clean and far from smelly. After a minute of silence, Johnny’s voice jumped into the air. “Let me introduce you to Mar y Jane, the most provocative lady of the world.” “What? Jane?” The face of a girl in my class formed in my mind. “Actually, she has many other names: Cannabis, Marijuana, Dope, Grass, Bud, Pot, Herb, and…

Weed. But my personal favorite is still Mar y Jane. Hey, isn’t her name beautiful?” Being totally speechless, I could not look away from his eyes.

*** Well, now it was time. I opened the package. “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare”, once exposed under the dim toilet light, its shinny title immediately emphasized the identity of the book. If an ordinar y person took hold of this hardcover book, he would be surprised by the lack of weight of it, no one could ever imagine the content that was stored in it. “Don’t you expect to receive a plastic bag with Mar y Jane packed in it, even an idiot will know what it is. In order to ship to ever y single nook of the world, they would put it in a Shakespeare book. No one would take suspicion of the great ol’ Shakespeare right? Depending on the amount of the order, all sizes and all kinds of literature would come in handy. That’s the way clever people doing real business” As I tore off the book’s plastic wrapping, Johnny’s voice rose up again, like there was a recorder in my head. The inside of the book was just a stack of papers with a large rectangular hole crafted out at the middle of it, containing weeds. I took out the glass pipe from the bag, examining it with care. “People smoking Mar y Jane don’t use those thin, classy pipes shown in films. We use glass pipe made out of hand blown glass, it’s thick and short, and easy to get, like a damn dildo. Just one shot can send you to heaven.” Ever y glass pipe looked similar, and within a hand’s length. Mine had a cylindrical body shape, with the end curved up to be the chamber, a place where the weeds are placed and burned. There was a little hole on the sides of the glass chamber, one for smoking the goodies.. Johnny said he could judge a pipe by its look. Usually those with more color and fancy artworks within the glass, the quality would be lower in terms of the smoking experience. But ,after all, the major difference is depends on the quality of the weed, so I did not care much. My pipe was quite the stylish type, with intertwined blue and black ribbon spiraling up the cylindrical body, that merged and faded into a deep purple haze at the chamber. I really thought Johnny had passed me a dildo when I first saw it, he said he ordered it from the dark web, which had “trusted quality” and guaranteed by “long term smokers”. But it was still not as good as his own pipe, which he bought at a local underground market by person, though he had never shown it to me. I closed the lid of the stool and knelt down before it, slowly tearing off the plastic bag of weeds

along the cutting edge. The wild fragrant slipped into my nostrils, and all of my senses were sharpened at once with an ecstatic shiver. Nobody could exactly describe the odor of weeds—that smelled like skunks with an oily texture—yet nobody could forget it. I carefully took out a green bud and placed it inside the chamber, and tore out a corner of a page from the book to sweep all of the residue on the lid into the pipe. Unlike tobacco, you could not easily get these things—there was no room for wasting. I packed all my things and put them aside, and set the bud burning with a lighter, glaring at the alluring flame as the bud burned and crumbled. The white smoke started to clog within the cylinder. “Remember to block the air hole at the side of the chamber with the tip of your finger when you breathe the fume, or else you would end up choking yourself with a large dose of air. After that, open the hole so that the air could be sucked back for burning. Yeah, that’s the spot, now take it slowly…” I kissed the mouth of the pipe and took a ver y, ver y deep breath, filling ever y inch of my lung with smoke. “Mar y is the mother of Jesus, and Jane means the kindness of God. Hey, isn’t her name just beautiful?” Johnny giggled, so did I.

***

“I don’t intend to hurt your feeling, but I don’t think colored cons really suit you.” The girl said. “I have told you, I am not wearing any cons today.” “Then why are your eyes green?” “I don’t know either, my eyes were like this when I woke up after I got stoned”. I swallowed the words back. This is not a right time to get angr y, at least not with this girl. “If you didn’t phoned me at the wrong time I won’t be like this, it was you who dragged me directly down from heaven.” Damn it, shut up. “Still, I think you looked the best when you dress like the way you used to …I mean with brown eyes, but not this edgy color.” Without receiving any reply, she added a remark, tr ying to sound as casual as it could be with a smile. It was Jane, one of the rare classmates who was caring enough to talk to me. As a classmate, especially a girl, the frequency she called me out was a bit high, I must admit, since we were total strangers not until half a year ago, when our high school lives started. This may be because she was the kind of person who was born active—no matter what place it was, the air would become vibrant whenever Jane is present. She was also the only one who could merge into ever y circle in the class. If there was a meter called friendliness, Jane and I

must be at the two extreme endings. “The reason I am here is just because you want me to help you picking up a video game for your little brother?” I tried to confirm once more. “Right, for his birthday. You know I am not ver y good at video games.” It seemed like I was not affected by hallucination, it proved again this girls beside me once again proved that she always manage to have out-of-nowhere-reasons to ask me out. “I see.” “Come on! I can read your mind now, you are thinking I am annoying right?” “Nope, I just think you are funny.” “Where would you usually go during lunch?” She lowered her voice. “Nowhere special,” I felt my bag got a little heavier. “Just hanging around or chilling out at the librar y…I don’t like hot days.” “I am just asking, because sometimes you looked so different in the afternoon classes, like you have just achieved something significant.” “Sometimes I would be like that after I had read a great book.” Examining my face, Jane’s eye narrowed. Then she patted my shoulder. “You really like to read books, don’t you? But still, you should tr y to join the other boys, just to see what’s going on in the class, and mingle a bit with them.” “No, never. I don’t want to have lunch with a bunch of idiots who only know how to shake that stupid toy.” I laughed with distaste. There was a craze of playing Tamagotchi among the boys in my class. You have to shake the electronic device continuously to raise the pet and made it went about its business. “Oh, we girls also think it is a bit childish, but the boys insisted it is a nostalgic product of a cartoon that they all watched when they were kids. Though I think I could never understand it. However, looking (at) them doing all sort of brainless things is kinda funny.” “Having non-productive hobbies is just a waste of your life,” Jonny’s words popped up in my head. “Seriously, they are just extensions of immaturity some people can never get rid of. Watching TV is the most common one. People sit for hours in front of the TV, letting all sorts of rubbish flow in and out of their heads. At the end, our ability of logical judgment, so as our creativity, would decrease. If the world was really created by God, then he must be a man who never watched TV.” With weeds you just don’t need TV. Jane replied with a forced smile, saying nothing. “Sorr y. I talk too much.” I turned my head away and hid my face. “Never mind, I was just surprised that you are so different from the others.” For a moment I could feel Jane was peeking at

my face. When I turned to her, a gust of wind suddenly blew from behind, twirling her short hair and making it danced on her face. After she managed her hair, her expression that I just missed was gone, replaced by her normal cheer ful face that had countless ideas waving and shimmering in those eyes.

As we moved on I glanced around. The street today looked a bit different, but I could not tell exactly what it was. I spotted my reflection on one of the stand-up mirrors of a clothing store, and was stunned once more that my eyes were stained green. It was not a transparent emerald color, but two marks of dark forest green. Johnny never told me our eyes would be like this after smoking weed, (.) (In) in fact, he did not tell me ANY side effects of it. On the ver y first time he had already said concretely that smoking weed will not bring harms to anyone’s way, the possibility of getting addicted was as low as 10%--one out of ten smokers. “Trust me, you and I would never be the chosen one.” Johnny said. “Hey, what are you staring at? It is a women’s apparel.” Jane asked, she was peeking behind my back. “Oh, nothing, I was just imagining you wear that one-piece dress there, the light grey one.” I pointed at the dress and glimpsed at the short blue jeans that she was wearing. “Which one?” Jane rushed towards the display window. “That one with a big fluffy bow tie on the chest.” “Ummm…I can see the dress, but it is light green.” Jane murmured. What? It was grey. A beam of golden sunlight slanted through the window, studding the dress with glistening beads. Perhaps from Jane’s position the sunlight cause less distraction, so she could see the dress’s green color, what I could see was just a shade of grey color, faded under sunlight. Suddenly, a wave of impulse shot through my body and my brain warmed up quickly, abruptly I grabbed Jane’s bare arm. “Let’s go, it’s getting late.” Jane turned her eyes to me, her mouth was half opened with astonishment. Feeling the trace of urge in my tone, she stuttered. “Al…alright, I thought we were going in to tr y on the dress.…”Her eyes darted swiftly to her arm and looked at me), like a scared kitten. Not until then I did not realize that I was still seizing her arm, and I could feel her tightened muscle was pressing against my palm. “I…I am sorr y.” Letting go of her, I started to walk ahead without waiting her. Jane hesitantly caught up beside me, hands squeezing the strap of her bag. With her head down, I could not see her face.

It could not be wrong; the sense of mismatch of the real world’s color triggered my urge to smoke weed and got stoned again. It wasn’t a suppressible feeling, I felt my chest was being grinded by something that was growing heavier with ever y passing minute, like the feeling you have when you saw your birthday present in a distance of reach of hands but you were forbidden to open it like the feeling you have when your birthday present is at arm’s length but you’re forbidden to open it. Right now I just wanted to destroy all the visible objects around me, crushing, twisting their contour, and mixing them with all sorts of mismatched colors. One fell over the other, I want the world crumbled in my head. Yes, weed could do so; God could do so, God was living in my head. “Do you know what is the best thing that God has ever created?” It was the ability to introduce God into my body, to gain the power of revolving the world within my palms—that was, the ability to get stoned. There was a traffic light nearby, with just a glance the green or red light was wiped out. The next thing to mob out was the girl besides me— “——Watch OUT!” I reached out both of my arms to Jane as she screamed near my ear, there was someone’s name in it, maybe that was mine, but I could not remember my name anymore. Now she was in my clasp, shoulder pressed against my chest, if I crush harder she would instantly— The world stopped revolved revolving, in no more than the flash of an instant. The gravity vanished, as I was hit and thrown outward from the ground. Ever ything was in slow motion, as I rose I could feel the gentle touch of breeze soothing my scalp. The surrounding dissolved to a rippling blur, and the light was shattered ever ywhere like broken glasses. As the world crumbled, ever ything was so beautiful. Among the ruins were some black threads dancing before my eyes, beneath it was… Oh, it was the last thing that remained intact. A girl’s face, maybe. It was so radiant and power ful, like the sun in the sky; yet it was so gentle and soft, like the tide calming the sand in the deepest and most tranquil night. All the sound came back as I smashed on the inverted world, with the girl still in my clutch. Within the low booming in my ear there was a little trickling sound that I had heard before, and was ver y familiar with: It was the sound of something when it was shaken in one’s hand, but this was the furthest I could recognize. Anyway, the long lost time was trickling back with it. I opened my eyes, before me there was a tiny sprout, squeezing its way out through the slit crack on the ground. Its only two leaves opened stretching towards the sky, as if it was waiting for something important to come. But what shook my heart was its dazzling greener y, a color that was as green and fresh as the world could ever withhold.

FEATURE

磨刀石文／阿呸

PEOPLE

不褪色的信念：

尋訪上環手工老字號文／王煜升攝／鍾浩輝

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F r e n c h

Before Soizic and Elodie created La madeleine de Proust, they noticed that only a few French bakeries could be found in Hong Kong, although French restaurants were already quite popular here. “There were no candies or cookies from France. We know them because we grew up in French families. So we go: ‘let’s try to see if Hong-

C a n d y kongese like them.’” “We made a big market research to see who the competitors were. And we were the only one (in Hong Kong) importing French candies and cookies,” says Soizic. “We realized that there was a possibility to do this, so we studied the market, contacted some artisans (craftsmen), and tried many different

used to eat it all the time when I was a child. A lot of the products have flowers as ingredients: the coquelicot, which is made of red poppy, and the praline rose, which speaks for itself. France is famous for perfume because French have the tradition to grow flowers. 300 years ago, a queen lived in Provence, a region in France that was specialized in leather. “The smell was really awful when you create something with leather. So the queen said, ‘okay, we keep this industry because we’re good in that, but we grow some flowers all around to cover the smell.’ That’s how we started to grow flowers. That’s why you’re gonna find many products with flowers. We have lavender, red poppy, jasmine (although it comes from Asia), violet and rose.”

products.” Soizic and Elodie spent 6 months traveling in France to visit artisans and taste recipes. “When we told them (the artisans) we wanted to import the products to Hong Kong, they didn’t even know where Hong Kong was. It was very far for them and we had to convince them. That was hard work.”

Coucougnett

– the king’s balls

Soizic: ‘Coucougnett’ is a cute word in French for ‘men balls’. You know what ‘men balls’ are? Editor: You mean testicles? Soizic: Yes, testicles. In French, we use this word to speak with children, so it’s not rude or vulgar. It was the favourite candy of the king Henry IV. He had a reputation for having many mistresses and children (54 mistresses and 24 children), and strong sexual power. So this was made in homage to him. The coucougnettes is a very sophisticated candy made of almond, chocolate, raspberry, a little of ginger, a little bit of alcohol – French brandy (Armagnac) and vodka.

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Speaking of French food, everybody in Hong Kong knows about the baguette (the long French bread), the cheese, the ham, the foie gras (duck liver), but nobody knows about candies. “But we have a very big heritage. For example, the Sablé, a butter cookie; ‘Sablé’ means ‘sand’; when you eat it, it becomes like sand. It’s from the 16th century. It’s very old. And the Calisson is from the 15th century; it’s something very traditional.” Soizic also shows us candies that have stories to tell:

Nougat

– the Chirstmas dessert Soizic: The nougat is one of the desserts we have in Christmas in Provence. There are all together 13 desserts in Christmas (to represent the Christ and the 12 apostles). The nougat is made of almond, pistachios and sugar. It’s a very complicated recipe and takes a lot of time to make.

Etoile a la cannelle – also known as the Zimsterne

Soizic: ‘Etoile à la cannelle’ means cinnamon star. It’s a traditional cookie made during Christmas in Alsace, which is at the border of Germany. French and Germans were always fighting for that region. So the region had culture from both Germany and France. (Germans call the cinnamon stars ‘Zimsterne’) The cookie is made of cinnamon and Almond, and is very traditional. Every family cooks it during Christmas. So what do you think of this one? Editor: I think this one is good, but I like the Coucougnett better. Soizic: Ahh, because you’re a man.

Calisson

– the queen’s smile (and Soizic’s personal favourite!) Soizic: ‘Calisson’ is an old word in French to say ‘câlin’, which means ‘hug’. It’s so called because of a story: ‘One day, the king was going to marry a lady called Jeanne de Laval. She was quite young but had a reputation for always being in a bad mood. The king asked the cook to prepare something special for the wedding, which was in the South east of France. So the cook took the main ingredients he could find in the region: melon, almond and orange, and created this soft candy. It was offered in the wedding and the legend has it that when the queen ate it, she smiled for the first time of her life.’ It’s my favourite! I love it! Editor: Is it the taste or the legend that you like? Soizic: It’s the taste. I grew up with this candy. I

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Soizic thinks Hong Kong people prefer what is cute. “The physical aspect is important, but I think one of the reasons is that they don’t know the product. So if it doesn’t look very cute, very beautiful, very colorful, they won’t try. So that’s also something quite hard for us,” says Soizic. Soizic does pick the good looking products in the process of selection, but she always leaves the recipes untouched. She plans on adding a sugar-free hard candy, but she wants nothing changed except the sugar replaced. And that’s her bottom line when it comes to the traditions. “That’s the only thing we do. We really wanna keep the real recipies. We don’t wanna transform. We also want Hongkongese to discover new things. We don’t adopt the recipes. Some of them, we just sell. And they have to try because it’s very traditional. It’s a strong word, but we have to educate the customers.” S o p h i s t i c a t e d

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The products are all made by artisans in different regions of France and then imported to Hong Kong. Soizic sees the possibility of moving the production site from France when the business gets bigger, but substituting for the artisans would be hard. “It’s difficult you have somebody who can do all these different things, people who have all these recipes and have all the equipment,” says Soizic. French candies and cookies would be very difficult for amateurs to make. Asked whether any French candies could be DIY at home, Soizic suggests “maybe the hard candy. Mix the liquid with sugar, then let it cool and play with the texture of the paste,” and that’s the farthest we can get. “After that, impossible. Very sophisticated candy.” Asked how French candies are unique, Soizic gives an honest reply. “Everything is unique anyway. But because of the history, France has a very big heritage. French people created many things – candies and cookies. So if you go to the States or England, you don’t have as many things.” Still, good ingredients can set a product apart from the rest. Taking butter for an example, “the best butter is in France, because of the cow. In France, the butter comes from Normandy, the best area to have the cows.” The cows also make different milk, depending on the temperature of the season and on whether the cows eat grass or seeds. The butter made in summer and that made in winter thus differ. As La Madeleine de Proust chooses the premium artisans, the ingredients they use are mostly locally-made. The ingredients are traceable and the quality can thus be ensured.

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Soizic grew up in Paris, “a special region where you have a lot of things from different regions”, so she got to taste a large variety of candies. But since the recipes are complicated and the candies are hard to make, for people living in the rest of the the regions, “you’re gonna eat all the time this kind or cookies, but you really don’t know the other ones except if you go to another region for holiday or to visit your relatives.” In France, the choice of candies and cookies are very regional, so the idea of La Madeleine de Proust is “to gather all these specialties in one shop”. And that’s why the hot air balloon is chosen as the symbol. The hot air balloon was created by the two French brothers in the late 18th century and reminds people of transportation in France. “The hot air balloon travels all around France to look for the best candies and cookies.” Hot air balloons travel slowly, what Soizic and Elodie try to say with the balloon is “to take a break, take your time, discover all our products, savor them, then go back to your crazy life. But just take it slow.” I n

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At this moment, La Madeleine de Proust distributes its products in pop-up stores only. The next step for Soizic and Elodie is to have a permanent shop in the Coming Christmas, but they are still unsure about it. They also hope to have branches. “We’re speaking with some investors, about going to Singapore, to Seoul, to China, or different cities in Asia.”

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Zero Carbon BuildingA Modern 'Model' to be Green C I T Y u G r e e n M e d i a / HO

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ong Kong has been accused of being too slow to react to the latest global green situations and solutions. ‘Such a metropolis, with such a high level of energy consumption that the world would need more than 2 planets’ resources annually if everyone on earth consumed energy in the way that Hong Kong people do, has barely been conscious of how severe the situation is,’ he added, ‘Companies or any parties are welcome to book the venue in ZBC to show their latest products.’

one minute walk from the MegaBox lets one enter this oasis, wherein a 2-storey carbon-free building stands and the first native woodland in Hong Kong thrives. ZCB, in a general aspect, refers to the entire area including the woodland, or even the entire project; but in a more specific way, it is interpreted as that carbon-free building next to the woodland. According to the Construction Industry Council (CIC), a government body under which ZBC runs, a zero carbon building refers to a building which makes zero net energy consumption on an annual basis (as seasons alter the pattern of energy consumption), suggestively by utilizing renewable energy and recycling waste. Tony Chiu, the director of the design team of ZBC, said, ‘The idea came after several places’ exhibitions around the world of green buildings to display technologies and raise community awareness of the issue’s importance.’

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CB implements different types of systems for ventilation and cooling. Cross-ventilated layout of the interior is a common strategy, by which air finds its natural path from one side of the room to the other side, to counter high humidity and refresh the air. Wind catchers help facilitate ventilation, by literally ‘catching’ flowing fresh air into the interior with the help of a specifically designed opening on the outside; and they also cool the room down in summer. Light shelves are installed at a very precise angle to bounce solar energy back to the sky. ‘Local modern architecture, for instance, in the Science Park, the West Kowloon Cultural District, and the Kai Tak Cruise Terminal, though some may not be up and running yet, have been using or have planned to use these advanced technologies comprehensively,’ claimed Tony.

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atural lighting systems are crucial to save energy. Light pipes, for instance, are highly reflective tubes which bring in scattered sunlight and make it concentrated, replacing electrical lights during daytime. Glass walls and windows occupy a large proportion of ZCB’s surface area to have more natural light in during daytime but this could have raised the temperature inside. To tackle the problem of heating by sunlight, double layers of glasses are used, with vacuum in between as an insulator; and heat shielding shade on the windows give limitations on the range of frequency of light able to penetrate the glasses, more explicitly, by allowing visible light but not UV into the building, keeping the room cool in summer but at the same time preventing heat loss from the room in winter.

part from utilizing sustainable resources, employing the most efficient way to operate electrical installments when consuming artificial energy also reduces the emission of carbon. LED lights and intelligent lighting are commonplace in well-developed commercial buildings in the territory. Fans of high volume rotating in a relatively low speed, making energy use more efficient, are widely used at schools. What at ZCB sounds more unusual to Hong Kong people is the cooling system. That water is flowing on the roof already generates a moderate cooling effect. Dehumidification, a separate process at ZBC which is different from the usual combined systems of both dehumidification and cooling, lowers the heat capacity of the air inside and provides an optimal condition for air-conditioning systems to perform efficiently. Cool and dry air is supplied from the floor. Only the middle and the bottom parts of the room are cooled, leaving the upper part near the ceiling warm.

elf-generating energy is promoted for the sake of reducing the consumption of non-renewable energy and nuclear energy which are the main electric resources in Hong Kong and even worldwide. Self-generating energy at ZCB includes absorbing sunlight by panels which almost cover the entire roof with a total area 1015 m2. ‘We have got a tilted roof because a slope, adjusted to suit Hong Kong’s latitude, makes a better angle for absorbing solar energy,’ Tony explained, ‘With such a large area of panels, the energy gener-

ated could make up more than one-third of the building’s use of energy.’ Burning biofuels, which comprise of leftovers, domestic waste, and waste cooking oil, serves as waste recycling and energy generation. ‘It’s an existing alternative way to dispose bio-waste and it’s much cleaner than burning fossil fuels. There are currently 3 companies in the territory which collect bio-waste but how many people have ever heard of it?’ Tony questioned.

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Hong Kong needs local species of plants,’ Tony suggested, ‘A greater diversity of species is better for the local eco-system.’ The native woodland next to the building contains trees of over 40 different native species and takes up a large portion of the whole ZBC site area.

es, the green systems sound perfect and one could ask why constructors do not apply all of the above. ZBC is a model, somehow barely a very much ideal one, as there are always limitations when it comes to application. The ventilation at ZBC requires a desirable location. It is specifically designed for a building near the sea receiving on-shore winds which function a lot in the mechanism of wind captures. The large woodland making ZBC an open area, which the building is hardly blocked by anything, is also crucial to light pipes, wind captures and solar panels. And these systems significantly occupy a high percentage of ZBC’s energy use because what they have to support is merely the 2-storey house. Skyscrapers consume way much more energy. The surface area of a skyscraper, which indicates how much energy from outside can enter it, and the volume of it, which roughly indicates how much energy it needs, do not produce a comparable ratio. It cannot rely on self-generating energy. Besides, an overcast day could substantially affect the intensity of natural light.

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aking into consideration the actual environment in Hong Kong, where places are crowded and buildings have to be tall and densely packed, are the above technologies just a brilliant show which draws attention and earnings from booking? ‘Of course, not every building could go with all green systems,’ said Tony. ‘This is somewhat like a museum, focusing on messages delivery rather than selling products. And if people find an idea too ideal and keep it just an idea, nothing is gonna come true. After any technology, it’s all about the culture. If everyone accepts a less formal dress code at workplace, they wear more loosely and don’t need the air-conditioning to be that strong. If more people look for a green property, contractors would internalize compatible green ideas into their latest design. ZBC is to show everyone our belief and attitude.’

hose complicated advanced technologies will hardly stay in mind for long. But that’s true: belief and attitude. After forgetting the detailed mechanisms in a couple of minutes, will you still remember, in daily life and on your own, to take the very first tiny step?

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he forest smelt like beginnings and ends. That’s what the young man thought of when he walked through

the shades of trees, deep in the wood, like a pale ghost. Dripping with the scent of rotten wood mixed with fresh meadow, the air was carrying the last words and wishes, both from the dying as well as the living. In an ear-shattering silence, the young man knew he was not alone. Someone had been, or was here. Dotted here and there, lots of tiny unrelated things was scattered randomly on his way: an empty wine bottle with abstract label he accidentally kicked upon; dusty teddy bear drowning in a shallow puddle; an old college T-shirt with hardly recognizable print hanging on a trunk, and a dozen more. Partly because of them, he wasn’t scared when he saw a pair of giant yellow eyes staring at him, deep in the wood, like burning embers. He knew that’s where he was heading. That’s the right way. The only way. With each laborious breath, the man got further and further into the labyrinth of crooked shadows, towards where the wind went and the unblinking yellow eyes. ***

Glaring at the red traffic light, Ross replayed the conversation he had with his wife in his head before he slammed his house’s door and walked away. “Do you remember the day we took this picture? The day at the beach.”

“Ummm… Not really. But I guess it is not easy to find such a lovely beach anymore. Look at the sand; it’s as white as snow. Untainted. Like something young, fresh and new.”

“How could you not remember, Lily? ‘As we are not getting any younger, let’s get marry. That’s your reply. That’s what you told me at the beach after I gave you the bad news I got fired after spending six years at that dead end job. Let’s get marry and we did, two weeks later at that church behind your old home. On 29th June 1981. A sunny Monday. Still remember what you said after I slipped the ring into your finger? At that time, you just squeezed my hand and whispered ‘from now on, your wish is my command; your happiness is my happiness’ we said that a lot back then.

It’s the everything-is-alright catch phrase. Our catch phrase. Don’t tell me…” “Honestly, I… don’t know. But that’s a very nice thing to say. She must be a charming woman. It’s getting late, I want to…”

by Alex Ling

“Wait. Did you see the picture over here? The one with

（上半部） 28.2 綴韻Cityprint 第二期 抗拒 Resistance

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