28 years and the house has not change a bit. The Bamboo, bourgainvillea and Banana are gone.
It does not looks like 28 years had passed. Although, personally I feel every 28 yrs. of it and more. I can picture Ronny and Mary the fruits vendors couple pull in around 6 tuesday and thursday, and this little old man with his bicycle and full of cluster of cut orchids every friday morning. Steve the grocer who showed up by 10 every morning. I can hear the painful parents forced piano practice sessions across to the house and next to it another equally suffering boy with his torturous moan of violin sessions. Next to that is the childless physicians couple with their 5 pekingneses, whom occationally trying to be the Pekingneses choir to street :))))). Then there is a glamorous daughter in law next door who looks like she istepping out of the fashion magazine everytime I saw her, and the grand mother in that house who has a marathon mahjong sessions every tuesday night...That was 9 lifetimes ago.