It seemed strange to me to see a few Africans dragging their feet across the sandy coastline of Hong Kong, rummaging through bins. What do I know? Barely out of my teenage angst years.
The year was 1995. Sometime.
I handed my burger to one of them. Inviting him to a dry patch of concrete. The story unfolded. And it has been my "baby" since. My encounter with that man. His stories. They are the reason why I am doing what I am doing now. ~ Inspira
The year was 1995. Sometime.
I handed my burger to one of them. Inviting him to a dry patch of concrete. The story unfolded. And it has been my "baby" since. My encounter with that man. His stories. They are the reason why I am doing what I am doing now. ~ Inspira
The Plight of the Chagos Islanders Part I
The plight of the Chagos Islanders Part II
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