Saturday, March 17, 2007
To National Stadium, 38 km. In a TV documentary, a political commentator points out where his home had been. Now, it is in the shadow of an overhead bridge for motorists. Plants now grow where he grew up. This week, letters appear in the press chiding those who'd decided that the iconic National Library had to go, to make way for motorists on the go, to save them five minutes. Where cavernous halls used to be filled with the atmosphere of learning, there's now a tunnel filled with traffic fumes. Another icon that'll be going down too is the National Stadium, opened by Lee Kuan Yew in 1973. I've puked there and led a contingent there. Watched decades of national days there. It's empty today, yet filled with memories. I walk the concrete one last time, including the spot where Mr Lee must have seen the nation on parade. Wow, the building is coming down but he's still standing ...
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