IN THE 1980s, when I’d go home to Penang once a year for the holidays, I would always visit my old amah, who was retired and ran her kongsi on Love Lane.
She would ask me in her characteristic, deadpan manner, “What are all these scruffy white people doing in my neighbourhood?”
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