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His name was Hugo.
It may not be his real name, but that's what he introduced himself anyway. He's a guy I met in the Urban Pub Hostel where I stayed for 4 nights while staying in Kowloon. He's hispanic, probably from Chile or Argentina. I forgot. But what I do remember was that he worked for an Advertising company in New York and was staying in Hongkong for a break from his Martial arts training in some province in China. Yes, he was trying to master tiger style martial arts, just so he "can master something". Surely with this background, he's nothing short of fascinating. He has that personality that almost every one in the guest house, for the ones staying there for awhile that is, treated him as family even after only spending 11 days there.
So as I got in the hostel, I saw him and another guy squatting on the floor, and immediately noticed a stack of tarot cards in Hugo's hand. He carefully laid each card with front part kissing the floor. Both of them engrossed in the art of fate reading. We said our his and hellos as I passed by them and went on inside my room. After awhile, I got out, had more chats and naturally agreed to have my fortune read as soon as he offered. I couldn't help myself. I had to put these cards and Hugo's reading skills to the test.
We were sitting on the floor opposite each other with stacks of cards in between us. Moments after he was flipping the cards I chose, and took a pause.
There was one card he was giving more attention to. It has a woman with some trinkets at her feet. He then said that I was in a middle of the transition and what that card symbolizes was everything I needed were all at my feet, all I had to do was just go for it.
It was somehow right. The Hongkong trip was a trip not only for leisure but to test my bravery. Bravery to get on with what I planned in life; to step in the unknown and to be comfortable being uncomfortable; to test myself; to trust my instincts and build confidence in my ability to lead the course.
Without giving any details, I told him he was right. He felt privileged witnessing me undergoing this momentous life transition because he too was in the same transition himself. He smiled and I smiled, and even without much words, we understood.