Personal ponderings about ethnicity and heritage
Having one of them moments where I simultaneously appreciate that I'm depended from an until-recently tribal culture which still has its own spiritual beliefs, cuisine, and even language (spoken by less than 50,000 people) whilst also being kinda sad that I'll never be able to entirely understand or be part of that culture.
re: Personal ponderings about ethnicity and heritage
I know some bits of the Bukar Sadong language, I've celebrated Gawai, and worn the ceremonial dress a couple of times.
But otherwise I'm pretty detached from that heritage. I don't really "get" it (sometimes, that's a good thing), but it does feel like an unexplored part of myself, sometimes.
