...in Shanghai, it's an ordinary night with the characteristic neon glow in the air and the streets humming with people. While waiting at the crossing for the traffic lights to flip, I noticed a silver DeLorean pulling over right in front of the Normandie apartments.
Doors swing upwards and two ordinary-looking men, sporting out-of-fashion overcoats, step out of the car. They seemed tired yet something about their demeanor signaled that they are in a hurry. And as they reached for the doors to shut them close, the DeLorean began to shake a little and then phased out a bit. Or at least for a moment, I thought that's what I saw. These darn neon lights everywhere...
For a person my age, these...