When I grew up, it wasn’t much of a secret that I was adopted. My mother from Indonesia, my father half Dutch and half Indonesian, it wasn’t difficult to guess that I wasn’t there son in the biological sense. Looking back at family pictures when I was a kid, my white square face gave away the “secret” at the first glance. Some of the kids at school made a fuzz about it but that never bothered me much because I had the best parents any kid could wish for!
When i was old enough to understand everything, my parents explained me about the adoption, the little things they knew about my parents and where they came from. Always educating me about my background, encouraging me to find my roots when I was ready for it. When my parents, my loving adoptive parents were still alive, finding my roots was not so much on my mind as my parents wished for. My father always asked me about it, challenged me to find out before it is too late but I kept pushing it away, not able to accept that I had other parents than my parents. It felt to me like betraying the parents who adopted me and loved me, my father kept telling me I was wrong in feeling that way and as always, my wise loving father was right and I was just stubborn.
Some years ago, when my parents were already sick and knew they wouldn’t have much days left, I promised my father to finally search my roots, finally find out if there was still family of my parents. It took much more effort than I expected and I had many moments in which I considered to give up. Luckily there was always some kind of progress when I was about to throw in the towel and eventually I found the brother of my father, my very own uncle. And a year later, I found my aunt, the sister of my mother. My family!
Continue reading Family ties
The peninsula of Crimea has become in the focus of attention in February 2014 and for many, that is also the moment that the history of Crimea started. A part of Ukraine and suddenly occupied and annexed by force by the Russian Federation, where Ukrainians and Tatars used to live in peace until Russia came. At least, that is what Main Stream Media wants us to believe and shockingly high amounts of people actually do believe. On the question where, if this would be true, suddenly all those ethnic Russian citizens of Crimea came from, in most case the answer is “those are retired Russian service men with their families, they don’t belong on Crimea”. Given the fact that the fast majority of the Crimean population is ethnically Russian, that would add up to an amount of retired service men and families that by far exceeds the manning of the Black Sea Fleet stationed at Crimea.
The true Russian roots of Crimea start in 1783, when the Crimean Khanate fell to the Russian Empire, after centuries of occupation by many, including Bulgars, Khazars, Kipchaks, the “Golden Horde”, and period of ruling by the Ottoman Empire. Just to put this in historical perspective:
- Canada was founded much later in 1867
- The USA declared independence just years earlier in 1776 and had their independence war still ahead of them.
- Germany as we now know it and as it pulled the world into World Wars which also raged on Crimea, was founded even later than Canada, in 1871.
- Ukraine as we now know it, was still to be founded by the Soviet Union in the 20th Century and in this historical time frame divided in different states and part of different empires, including The Ottoman Empire, The Polish Kingdom, The Austro-Hungarian Empire and even Lithuania, with a small Cossack Republic which disappeared as fast as it emerged.
- Belgium, later a ruler of parts of Africa and beneficiary of the aftermath of the Crimean War, was founded in 1830.
- The Netherlands has a longer history as Nation and attempts to destroy this nation since 1648.
Continue reading A prelude to pleading the Crimea Case, Part 1
Last year after a long search of many years and more luck than I can express, I looked into my uncle’s eyes for the first time after 40 years. And it is as if I am looking in to my own eyes, in to a mirror seeing myself 30 years from now. Seeing my uncle gives me the feeling of seeing my father if he would have lived now.
Besides our looks, my uncle and I have a lot in common. Our strongest commonality is what people around me call being stubborn, I prefer to see it as persistent and knowing what we want.
It was strange for me to experience how much I am apparently formed by my genes as I always believed the upbringing by my beloved adoptive parents formed me most. This believe was maybe enhanced by the fact that I had no reference at all to my family, my birth family.
Continue reading Finding my roots or who I am