Mr. Lee Yuan Kew.
Swept up in the outpouring of grief for Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, I thought it appropriate to shine some light on a unique way of life engineered by Mr. Lee in Singapore.
Rising at 5. 30 am and dressed in black I took my daughter to the Istana, the Singaporean presidential residence were his body lay, before his final trip to parliament.
Together with my daughter, I wrote Mr. Lee a thank you letter, and uncontrolled by emotion surprisingly burst into tears. A Singaporean reporter, who writes for a Chinese local newspaper came up to me, and said you seem ‘most saddened’, and you are not from Singapore, do you mind if I interview you. And so she did.
And this is what I told her: