I just finished reading the moving Of Mice and Men and wondered why our lives are so unpredictable and vulnerable to tragedy. Although the fiction was written in the context of 1930s Great Depression in US, its themes find echoes in nowadays Hong Kong . Everyone should have, at least, a dream. To George and Lennie, their dream was to have their farm. To Hong Kong people, our dream is a home. Facing the skyrocketed housing price, most Hong Kong people could not afford even the down payment. Anyway, we are just mice which dream to build winter nest in a wheat field.
“The best laid schemes of mice and men
Often go wrong
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
Instead of promised joy!” (poem of Robert Burns)
