It’s a rainy but extremely mild Wednesday in Antwerp, Belgium. Unlike all the doom-and-gloom in Al Gore’s “An Inconvenient Truth” it’s a real treat being able to enjoy spring-like temps in the heart of winter.
The current 14°C/60°F in February broke yet another temperature record: it should have been freezing cold, but last weekend most street side cafe terraces in both Holland and Belgium were packed with sun-seekers. I was one of them.
[my photo: enjoying spring like weather in the historic part of Anwerp, Belgium, Feb 18, 2007]
Anyway, while trying to digitize my photo collections from the 90’s, I stumbled upon a box conveniently labeled “Singapore”.
Several layers of industrial-strength sealing tape revealed my previous intention never to open that box again, but I just couldn’t resist. In hindsight, the level of the emotions provoked by opening my old picture box was far greater than I could have anticipated.
Flamingo Valley, Singapore, was home during a short part of the 90’s. My partner was an expat, working in Singapore - the fact that I was his gay lover made temporarily moving to Singapore a very complicated endeavor.
Constitutional rights for gay people in Singapore were/are nonexistent, and penalties for “homosexual acts” were and still are unusually cruel. But then, we had each other, and in an naive sort of way we assumed “everything would work out” if we just played it right. People often manage to elude crazy rules for years, and so did we.
[Image: my former condo pool in Flamingo Valley, Singapore, 1990's]
Singapore is a rich, high-tech city state on the southern point of Malaysia, a country I often visited on weekends by just crossing the bridge and getting yet another stamp in my passport. But underneath all its wealth Singapore totally sacrifices all aspects of “freedom” in order to remain “clean”, crime-free and keep out their poor Malayan workforce, passing the border checkpoints twice each day.
Singapore is not a “liberal democracy”: more than 400 prisoners have been hanged in Singapore since 1991 (many for soft-drugs like cannabis), giving the small city-state possibly the highest execution rate in the world. Most Western civil liberties do not exist.
We both kept a low profile and I had a great time, enjoying a multitude of adventurous vacation trips to islands in the South China sea, with the spectacular island of Tioman being an absolute highlight - especially considering that we survived a killer storm, went trecking through a jungle without roads and spent nights in Meranti cabins, while monkeys and mosquitoes kept us wide awake throughout the night. You know, I’m a native Dutch speaker, so I really enjoyed the site of an old windmill in Melaka, and grave stones with inscriptions in Dutch, who used to be the colonials several centuries ago.
In the end, it all went horribly wrong. Singapore authorities disputed my ’status’ and no matter how much we both tried, I had to return to Europe. My partner was unable to do so. To put it very blunt: those racist, anti-gay Chinese bigots in Singapore were partly responsible for the demise of my longstanding, stable relationship in the 90s.
My partner tried relocating to Belgium/Holland, but failed. We tried to keep in touch, but the huge distance and his responsibilities made it a battle I had to lose. The last time I saw him dates back to 1999. I now realize why I sealed that picture box way back in the 90’s: I lost my heart in Asia.
Did you lose your heart on the other side of the planet? Do let me know
