The year 1975-1979 was the years most people only remember as the country's most darkest moment . Disasters , stalvations and proverty. I was born in the year of 1978 .
1983 , after the birth of my brother Nhu . My family and relatives plan their escape ...we call ourselves boat people.
No escape would be complete without the strength of seeking freedom by boat people. ..
No words could describe how terrifying boat people suffered on that unforgettable escape.
The fall of Saigon was the beginning of our adventures to the unknown future. Some of us made it, but others were gone forever!
The fall of Saigon was the beginning of our adventures to the unknown future. Some of us made it, but others were gone forever!
Leaving the homeland on a little wooden boat with an old rebuilt engine, . Days and nights went by, then the engine suddenly stopped. We were floated by the wind without food and water. We dealt with fear from the crashing waves every minute. While hearing those sounds we grew worried, and felt like the monotonous tone and rhythm of a boring song playing over and over again never ending. Besides, we suffered the storms, the robbery, the rape repeatedly. My family was amongst those who have lost their love ones.Like other lost wives, children, parents, relatives. Some of them were abducted, others killed and buried at sea.
I was only 4 , i remember when they took my sister away .. she was only 15 years old , amongst her were my cousin in law .. and 2 more woman i cannot remember their names .
After the abduction they led us to Cokra Island for us to die , the stillness of the water the sound of the crickets was as torturing as ever as we awaited for whatever would happen to us next .
No more tears on those faces, no more crying or complaining, but holding our breaths to face the unfortunate fact and built up the strength to beat the fate.
We had to survive, maintaining our lives to tell the world our tragedy and what hardship boat people endured. We finally made it.
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