Facebook: letter to Victor

Hi Victor, You don’t know me. And in fact, I don’t know you either. Yet we have already gone through so much together. Look at this picture, that’s us (you I have circled in red). Schiphol Airport, Wednesday, August 24th, 1977: you and I have just landed after a long flight. Our mothers, our culture, our homeland Indonesia, we have left them all behind. At least we have each other. And two Dutch tourists who happened to be in Indonesia on their holiday, Miss Lia Maas and Miss Tack. One day they just got two babies…

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My face on a poster

A friendly Asian woman holding a baby in her arms. The baby, that’s me. The woman, that’s Martha Chen. This image is so familiar to me. As long as I can remember, this picture of Martha and me has been in my photo album. On the first page, next to my birth announcement. How bizarre to see our faces on a digital ‘wanted’-poster now. It is part of the action-plan of My Roots. Through social media, they are now trying to track down Martha. Ana will also distribute these posters in the…

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