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There is this saying, ‘there is no place like home’ but what if you got the idea that there isn’t a place you can call home?
It happens to all overseas born and raised… a stranger at the place of birth and a visitor at the place of origin.
Being the first, it mend that I wasn’t only their daughter, their child but also their ears, their eyes and mainly their voice. They were living in a world, not understood and absolutely didn’t understand and where almost nothing made sense.
When growing up I used to think that I was different and I actually was. My glitter black hair, my flatly nose and almost invisible eyes, looked almost alien, an ugly one, next to the yellow waved, pointy noses and blue eyes dollies.
In our teener years it didn’t get better, it didn’t matter whatever you did, whenever you did it, it just never got unnoticed by our parents and the small Chinese community we were in. Although we were in the 90’s, we were to live by the Chinese Cultural standards of the 70’s. Our parents and the Chinese community with the Chinese Cultural values and standards stepped foot on Dutch soil in the 70’s and hold on to it. Somehow they managed to stop the time while the rest of the world, their country included, moved on.
One good thing about growing up and getting old is, that there are times you want to search for your roots, your goals and your destiny. Mine, started two years ago and was to find myself and anything that has whatever to do with it.
Living in Rotterdam one of the most multicultural cities in the Netherlands with more than 50% non-Dutch citizens, here you were almost unnoticed, here you weren’t that different…but here, you weren’t Dutch either.
I started my search in Hong Kong since there is where my parents grew up. They never told us much about their youth or we didn’t bother to listen to their stories at the time.
Entering the country, my parents called home, here I was again, almost unnoticed, here I wasn’t that different… but even here, I wasn’t Chinese either.
I couldn’t help to wonder, would my life be really that different if they stayed here?
Hagar | 16 mei 2007Het wordt tijd dat je eens iets beters publiekelijk verspreid.. we zijn je egostreling echt zat!.ook die foto is echt bagger! |
Crocodil | 17 mei 2007Je plast naast de pot met je gejank |
willem | 18 mei 2007Hagar, wie zijn wij? namens wie spreek je, Rotterdamse bevolking, vrouw en kinderen, je buurman. |
Oscar | 18 mei 2007Hagar en crocodil, je hóeft dit niet te lezen. Wat brutaal om dit zo tegen Angelle te zeggen. Zij mag schrijven wat ze wil! |
Daan | 21 mei 2007Ja Hagar, spreek voor jezelf. Ik vind het altijd leuk om te lezen wat Angelle schrijft en volgens mij velen met mij, maar ik kan alleen maar voor mezelf spreken. |