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HONG KONG HILTON

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33 years later

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | September 24, 2005 - 12:00am

Six a.m., September 21. I am awake and staring out my window at a grey sky. Rain speckles the glass top of my terrace table. Suddenly I hear the telephone ring and my significant other answers it. It is so early...

Modern Living