De Onderneming

Site of the sugar factory

Not only did they tear down the old sugar factory where my Dad grew up, there also was a concrete wall surrounding the terrain where it stood. So we didn't really find anything worth photographing, except for this one papaya tree that stood just outside the grounds. Since I love papaya, this will have to be the symbol for remembering my Dad, and the place where he was born.

Visiting relatives

We visited one of my Dad's cousins where I found old pictures of relatives visiting, but also a picture of one of my cousins who unfortunately passed away too soon. What was eerie about seeing her picture is that I resembled her closely during my teenage years. For those of you who've known me since I was a teenager, you'll know what I mean if you see this picture.