When I was a child, I wanted to eat rice. I was too small to understand why we couldn't eat rice. My mother's bruised hands didn't make me think either. I just thought: \"I guess that's the way it is.\" I found the answer one day in the form of a rich woman who bought vegetables from my mother at the market. That's when the social differences suddenly became clear to me. As I hastily packed my bags on November 12, 1974, I said to myself as I boarded a plane behind crying people that I had only ever seen in pictures: \"You can do it!\" I didn't know if what I was doing or how I was doing it was good. But I memorized these words in difficult times and when I felt like crying: \"You can do it!\"<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I was a child, I wanted to eat rice. I was too small to understand why we couldn't eat rice. My mother's bruised hands didn't make me think either. I just thought: \"I guess that's the way it is.\" I found the answer one day in the form of a rich woman who came to my mother's [...]<\/p>\n