Today, I've decided to go to the Immigration Museum. It was a choice between Melbourne Museum and this one and I chose to come here because, well, it is close to my heart.
Im a migrant.
All of us in the family are migrants. My dad has been a migrant for a while due to his job posting. My mom was from another province, moved to Manila when he was a teenager, stayed in Aparri for most of her life, and when my dad passed away, became more mobile than ever. She would stay with my brother in Manila for a few months, go
home to the province for another few months, come visit us here for a month or two, or would go to my sister in Melbourne when and if she can. My sister has lived in three different countries aside from
home. My brother is based in Manila. And my younger sister and I are here.
These photos, or should I say, captions, strongly resonated in me.
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| the words that welcome you to the museum |
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| True. So true. How a trivial object carries with it a lot of meanings. |
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| Sometimes I question my assumptions to the point when I no longer know what I believe in |
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| spot the green philippine passport |
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