Last week curiosity got the better of me while in the vicinity of Samitivej Hospital, and I dropped by the little soi off Sukhumvit 49 where I lived for more than two decades until 2006.
I approached the soi with some apprehension. On the last visit, about five years ago, our former residence had already been replaced by a bare plot of land resembling a temporary car park. At that time I had hoped there might be at least some remnants of the garden which had been full of trees, bushes and flowers.
But there was nothing left, not even a token twig or leaf.