Tall Tales Of Kuala Lumpur

As a schoolboy, I often followed my father as he waa being sent off to the airport. The long one hour ride in the backseat of the car became an ingrained memory to me... And sparked a lifelong connection for me between oldies, love, airports, and loneliness.

A hawker tells the story of a late night walk home, and the role he played in the race riots of 1969...