“It’s gone,” I overheard my neighbor Mrs. Wong shout in Cantonese from her balcony to a man on a bicycle downstairs. “Maai saai la!” Sold out.
This was unbelievable. I jumped from the sofa, pulled on my shoes and headed across the island, to our single village supermarket, Wellcome. Just outside, a woman was struggling to bungee-tie a tower of paper towels and facial-tissue boxes onto her rickety three-wheeled shopping basket.
I raced to the back of the store. It was true: the normally abundant shelves were empty; there was not a single roll of toilet paper left in the supermarket.… Seguir leyendo »