I surrendered her away at Tekong: Tekong was the first time in my life that I had ever seen such stars in the night sky. Mandai gave her back to me: Mandai was the first time I had ever heard eagles cry.
How could such a piece of plastic, pink and flimsy, be the enduring object of such yearning and envy?
“Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose”