She suddenly stood in the car window like a messenger from the past. I was riding in a taxi through Hong Kong and was overwhelmed by its busy hustle and bustle, the ubiquitous pleasure boats and traders, by the conspicuous urge to modernism in the crown colony. And in the middle of this striving Asian Manhattan this old Chinese woman stepped up to the taxi and curiously looked into my face. And I smiled back. This was what opened doors for me. With a smile on my face and a camera round my neck I managed to get anywhere in the Far East - into the checkroom of a night club, into a distinguished wedding society and even right into the tent of a sleeping sumo wrestler.