Years ago, I travelled hours on the train to Liverpool when I heard that there’s a community of old Malay sailors there.
Many who survived, were kind enough to share with me their stories.
Those who survived
Others from our part of the world are just another name, another victim. Their relatives still did not know of their fate, or about this memorial.
My interest in the Malay sailors have led me to scour the book shops and libraries and I found this. An interesting read about the influx of foreigners to the British shores.
Dr. B is English, but he lives out in the East. I am from the East and I live here in the west. He is more comfortable being out there as I am here. He is young while I am, er, well... but we have been brought together by this one interest – the Malay sailors.