Cai Hong

Danshui was a long subway ride, but worth it in the end. I keep wishing that I was here with people other than low and behold, my family. But I guess that comes true on Monday, when I start the program.

Today we went to MiaoLi, birthplace of my grandfather and his father and all their ancestors. Melody kept throwing the burning incense around. We were there to pray, and so we did. I remember playing with firecrackers at the old house during Chinese New Year's, when I was really little. It's weird, to think about all this ancestry stuff, with the way things are today. I doubt my kids will care much in the end. Won't most of it be lost by the time their generation rolls around? That also, with a number of other things, makes me sad.