Ghosts whispered to me. Ghosts from the past, ghosts from the present: a coolie bound for Cuba, a pregnant lady of the night, aborted babies, a loyal dog, a mother who wrenched my heart out, a WWI soldier who thought he was still quite alive, a sailor who hung himself 300 years ago, a labourer who harboured a grudge for 400 years, a murderous ghost, an 8-year-old girl who died from disease, a woman who resented ghosts being mocked, a famous church whose facade remains to tell its story, a gambler from 120 years ago who didn't like the way Macau had changed - all these ghosts whispered to me, whispered their tales of woe, of unrequited love, of vengeance and sorrow, of anger and resentment.

They asked me to tell their stories.

I complied.