Mar 31, 2020
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Halfway Across the Planet
The cold quay
welcomed a stowaway
into his new reality. Life
shifted halfway across
the planet.
In the early 1950s, my dad escaped the turmoil of post-colonial Indonesia, and came to The Netherlands. He built his life there, never returning ‘home’. He passed away late 2018, today would have been his 92nd birthday. This one is for my mom, my brothers and my sisters, their and my children(’s children), but also for everyone who is a migrant or has a migration background. We are all one.
This poem is a tritriplicata. Want to know what a tritriplicata is? Read this:
