I love Kuala Lumpur when the night sets its curtains, enveloping the whole metropolis with a mystical sense of purity. Yes, this huge city has many brothels, and "massage" centres, not to mention stray prostitutes and transvestites who are haunting the streets, looking for potential customers, I mean, preys. But these things don't change much that strange tranquillity. I feel so contented whenever I breathe in its air. Smoky, full of dust and debris, but still: alive.