Plantation life and hotel life with my grandparents and parents was very safe and protected to me, just before WWII. Then the wartime, with the Japanese invasion and their concentration camp, severed me ruthlessly from my familiar and secure surroundings, and all hell broke loose. It never became the same ever again, even after the war was over. My parents, me, and half a million of my people left the country of our birth and traveled from continent to continent.