Identity

After staying for a day in an unnamed homestay in the mountain village of Kazbegi, I decided to switch to another cheaper homestay and that’s where I met Shadi, a lovely traveler almost at my age who was born from an Iranian father and an Israelis mother. This made me recalled of a girl I met in Beirut who were born from a Japanese father and an Afghan mother. Politic is just so trivial when it comes to human consortion. Nationality is so irrelevant when it comes to love.

Shadi and I, in Kazbegi, Armenia, June'2011

I completely understand the importance to trace your origin as that gives you an identity and therefore, I always introduce myself as a Chinese-Malaysian(This is apparently too long!), or I will say I’m a Chinese from Malaysia, and that doesn’t mean that I was born from a Chinese father and a Malay mother(or vice versa).

Your origin is where your root grows while your mother tongue is where your soul uncovers but hey, waits a second, look at the world now! Look at the people I have met on the road!