"I had convinced myself I understood Asia because I owned two linen suits and could say "another bottle, please" in Cantonese. This, as it turned out, was not sufficient risk management."
Fucking legend
Asian Financial Crisis, 1997.
I had convinced myself I understood Asia because I owned two linen suits and could say "another bottle, please" in Cantonese.
This, as it turned out, was not sufficient risk management.
I was long property, long the HKD and above all long my own brilliance.
Every morning the screens bled red and by September, half the desk looked like it had aged twenty years.
The cruelest part was not the money, but rather the speed with which certainty vanished.
One minute you are drinking martinis at the Mandarin Oriental, the next you're selling your golf clubs to a dentist from Kowloon.