When I moved to australia two years ago, I never thought I was going to find a huge population of Asian people living there. I remember that the UQ Photo Society was running a challenge-day and we had to walk around Brisbane taking photos of item on a list. One of them, it was Chinatown. I had gone there a couple times, but this one was different. When I got there I was just taking random pictures until I saw this man and I started observing him. He was sitting there for a while looking at nowhere, his face wasn’t expressing anything. Neither fear nor pain, neither happiness or gratitude… And I wondered myself if he was missing home. If he had suffered in the past and think about the possible reasons he left his hometown to try to live a better life in Australia. Suddenly, he took a cigarette of his pocket, he closed his eyes and then I saw some sort of relief in his face and a shy smile. I don’t know if he was feeling nostalgic, but being in that place, around people from his country, with cultural elements that could make him to remember home, made me forget about my questions. Finally I understood that home is where your heart is. And despite of the fact he was in Australia, I knew that China was still craved into his heart. And that’s fascinating. #passionpassport #MyChinaExperience @passionpassport .
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