On the 4th of December I "celebrated" my coming to the Netherlands, it has been 27 years ago. Still I long for getting to know my Taiwanese roots, the aching goes deeper than any feeling I have ever felt before. Its hard to put into words.
When I exit the cab in Taipei I say Xie xie ni. I stop to breathe in the thick, humir air again. I relish in hearing the voices and accents of the people around me. I feel the ground of home beneath my feet, and even though where I am may shift, the earth and air of this place is always with me. Its history and values forever bound to me: the blood, ashes, and the sacrifices for now and for the future. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. ~ Bessie Chu, 2018