The time is 5 in the morning. Most of the city is still asleep.  In a tiny apartment in Sham Shui Po, a Nepali worker gets up from his bed as he gets ready for work. The first thing he does is checking his phone. There is a WhatsApp message from his employer: “No need...

“Who am I? In my heart, I am a Nepali who yearns to be recognized by my countrymen. But my physical appearance aligns with the local community and prevents me from truly being part of either world.” This is a sentiment that often echoes in my mind, and one I have constantly reflected on ever since I came to Hong Kong 4 years ago....