Our lives were not always like this; we remember when we belonged

Rio Domio (Africa)

I remember friends and family, holidays and festivals, gathering, chatting, eating and drinking. At New Year there is a celebration, and the people come together and make a fire, and dance and sing. Everyone comes with a bundle of sticks put together, already burning, and put it into the collective fire. Everyone contributes to the fire and enjoys it together. It is bright and very beautiful. It burns through the night. ... the full story

Aaron (China)

I think about my family, all of us working together. It was a basic life, it was secure and connected. I think that the warmest picture in my mind about my family is dinner time, everyone would come back from work in the field and just squat there on the soil - the stuff you call dirt here in Australia. We had simple meals and would tell good stories about farming life and history. ... the full story

Ramona and her mother Brenda (Sri Lanka)

When I was small we had a nice enjoyable life, we had a lovely little bungalow. I remember my father had a good job, we had everything we needed. We used to have a big tape recorder and my father would record our voices so that we could remember when we were together, but I never talked. Then he would sing this song and it would make me cry, and he would record that. I remember the garden surrounding our home and the smell of the roses. My father used to cook for us - but he always cooked for smell not taste. ... the full story