In February of this year I got the opportunity to revisit the place where I was born. I initially blogged about it and received emails from all over the world thanking me for telling such a personal story and for bringing back some memories to those who served time on that Malaysia refugee camp. Friends messaged me claiming to be in tears. To them, it all made sense why I was the way I am. At the time my family was on the camp, I was a baby and didn’t remember a thing. But this profound experience fundamentally shaped the way I saw things and transformed me into the person I am today – for better or for worse. I don’t want to repeat anything I said in my original blog posting (which can be found here: http://www.iambidong.com/2011/02/bidong-visits-bidong.html) but I did want to share some more images of the still-abandoned island for those who have greater ties to this place than myself. This is for those of us who made it and for all the loved ones who weren’t fortunate enough to make it. These are images I cannot remember nor forget.
Neil Ta
