Traversing Surface

Temple of Phiale, Isis Temple, Aswan Egypt, UNESCO World Heritage Site

-CaThe Red Sea,

Travelled: December 13, 2011 - January 10, 2012

Itinerary:

SFO-London- Cairo- Saqquara Step Pyramid- Citadel Mohammad- Aswan- Phiale- The Nile Cruise- Abu Simbel- Edfu Horus Temple- Luxor- Valley of the Kings- Hatshepsut Temple- Sinai Peninsula- Ras Mohammad- Mount Sinai and Saint Catherines- Sharm El Sheik- Cairo- Black Desert- Bahariya- Crystal Mountain- White Desert- Cairo- Khan Al Kahlili Market- Warsaw, Poland- Milwaukee- SFO

Photos by LAuruS Myth ©

Tokyo, Japan 

Spring valley, niseko hirafu, Hokkaido, Japan.

Plane Rides 

Recording her voice, tones and attitude seems like a good attempt at preserving my memory of her. Being in good health still, I am not worried about loosing her yet, but I would like to return to the short car ride conversations, her broken English accent and desire to share what she knows about life, and what she hears on the news. Trying to unlock her memory of the past is a struggle. What she went through, I have only heard in brief statements, but her anger towards the situation is real. At a young age, Soo-Jing Chin (Sue), and her brother, were sent by their parents to China, to live with their grandparents. Her mother and father never came back for them. Maybe at the time, Thailand was difficult to live in, also to raise children, but the fact that burdened her most, was that they didn’t come back for them. While Sue and her brother lived in a poor rural town, with no farm or way to make money by their grandparents, she had to drop out of school at a young age to start working. Many gaps of this experience are not told to me. Rumor has it that maybe my uncle knows more, but I think that so many traumas have an effect on the ability to remember. The most horrifying experience she spoke of was when the broken family had to hide in the basement to evade samurai. Since then, Sue continued to have a distasteful opinion of the Japanese.

I have been getting these short bursts of information from her over the last few years. Sometimes its too much for her to talk about, and other times, she doesn’t even realize that I am enjoying her history. The values and quality of life has changed so much even over two generations, I am so grateful that we can at least connect over a few amazing things.

Photos: Circa 1991, with Cousin Christine, Me and Ma