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As I get out of my hotel in Singapore and the hot air engulfs me in its tropical embrace, it all feels like everything is different and familiar at the same time. My 5 minutes taxi commute to work could not be farther away from the Jubilee line on a winter morning. Alas, the mental pictures I have taken of both experiences seem to speak to each other, they feel part of the same story. I look out of the window towards the harbour and I marvel once more at the simple fact that I am here. Asia's dawn is so big and enchanting. Some significant truth seem to linger just below the surface, as though somebody has whispered a secret to me, but the colours distract me and I'll never understand. We turn left, then right, quite gently. People wait for a taxi or they are walking. I leave them all behind whilst I press 26.