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Searching for home~

searching for home~ Edinburgh
searching for home~ Edinburgh

Ask me where I am from, where home is, and I find myself thinking before I answer you. This is the case for so many of us these days. We come from mixed race marriages, we leave our home countries, we live in a new place, we move again, we marry from yet another country and our children are left with a number of origins to choose from and call home. Recently someone asked my 7 year old niece where she was from, and she answered: “I am a Swiss/Lebanese/New Zealander and I live in UAE”, whereas my 9 year old daughter is a German/American/Lebanese who lives in China. Is this the face of new world citizenship and the age of planetary close connections and integration? I wonder…

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Day Two Hundred Fourty Four, September 23, 2011

roots

This is Lea, she is 7 years old, she was born in Germany, lived there for 2 years, moved to Shanghai and has been living there for 5 + years. Her parents are a mix of Lebanese, German and American. She holds both theΒ  German and theΒ  American passports. When you ask Lea where she is from she has to think of the best answer to give you and in which language to deliver it. Most of Lea’s friends are just as mixed if not more and most have a hard time tracing back their roots.

I imagine what the world was like prior to integration and mixed race marriages. I wonder what this phenomenon of crisscrossed roots is causing on our planet. Everything that happens here is causative of something, a shift of balances. Our roots have a great influence on who we are, so I wonder what kind of roleΒ  all this mixing plays in our lives and in our destinies.

Lea has developed a great fascination with the desert the last few days and is determined that she will move there and ride a camel to school every day. Is that one of her roots activating? The root that made her hair curl suddenly in the last year?

 

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Day Thirty One, February 22, 2011

little world citizens

Today Lea and I were buying flowers for her (she still believes if she has flowers in her room all the time, a fairy is bound to come sleep in one of them), when we met this little Chinese boy. Ever since we moved to China five years ago I have enjoyed watching the interactions and magic that goes on between foreign and Chinese children. It is almost like you can see the integration take place through the looks, gestures, words, sounds, playfulness…

Maybe the answer to many of the world problems lies in a better integration of cultures, to the forming of real world citizens that care more for the welfare of the planet as a whole than the interests of their own nations. Maybe…