As I was walking alongside the fishing pond at Pasir Ris Town Park, the gardener stopped me. “Where are you from? Holland? Uden?”
Now, Uden is a small town a few kilometres from where my father grew up, so he surely had my attention. It somehow puzzles me that he seems to have recognised me as Dutch from miles away.
Now, David, as I have come to know him, is a Singaporean Chinese in his late sixties.
