When I was three, my grandpa took me on a tour of San Francisco via tram (it had to be like Full House).
It was an impulsive decision, nearly last minute, and in the clarity of that moment I booked my flight: Colombo to Karachi. The prodigal son, returning back to his native land, twenty-four years later. Due to a combination of life unfolding in a rapid, unpredictable, fascinating, and…
This is the third article about my recent work visit to China. See also Culture Clash 101 and China in the Rear View Mirror.