I was almost six — I desperately wanted to taste India again. The bottle of gripe tonic water sat next to Dad’s 4711 Cologne on top of the large tansu (Japanese/bureau) in mom and dad’s bedroom. I stared at it. The tonic was very precious, it was the only thing that calmed my baby brother’s colic. […]
I was eighteen when I landed in Los Angeles International airport. And after a lifetime of being a brown-skinned “curombo,†(“darkyâ€) in Japan, I turned white! Yes. Suddenly I was no longer a strange brown skinned gaigin (perjorative for foreigner.) My little brother and I spent our childhood as moving targets for the Japanese boys […]
Hang on, it's going to be a wild ride!
Robin
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