I was immersing into my own world, floating in the cold South China Sea water when two boys in their early 20s approached me.
I am Captain Sharkie! I am from Germany. I’m a German pirate. You see my boat? It is very big. You know mast? You know what is a sail? My boat has 100 sails and 100 masts!
“You were born in China, right?” “No. My passport says China, but I was born in Panipahan, Indonesia,” Chu replied nonchalantly. The revelation was dumbfounding.
The Citadel, Cairo, Egypt.
He was walking out of The Citadel as I walked in, carrying his baby carefully in his arms like she was a pot of gold. A white blanket rests gently on her head, shielding her from the vicious Egyptian sun.
In a Nyonya antique shop in Jalan Sultan, Singapore..
You can’t see it, but hidden behind her spectacles, she has the kind eyes of a mother. When she smiles, the outer corners of her eyes gently curve up together with her matronly lips. Like the clutter of antiques covering every inch of her quaint little Baba and Nyonya shop, her age is starting to show.