Day 4– Fatáan

The Sabbath, Sunday is a rest day, even for us the production team. [2] Started the day by attending the local church, Catholic. My mom would be so happy I attended mass. Every native community, even in Malaysia, would have a religion that would form a big part of their spiritual belief, sometimes fused with their traditional practices as well. [3] And in most instances, be one of the first to document and organise a latinised, written form of oral traditions.
[7] Our adventure took us on a road trip to Hualien city, in the search of a car part we broke. We managed to find the exact part, the gear shift handle! [4] Which coincidentally passed where my father was 43 years ago when he was in Taiwan. #AmiCultureVillage. My father in his youth, pursued a search for family, for origin. Much like I am trying to piece together, little stories of our links, in Malaya. Travelling using the trains, making photographs of distant/ close relatives around the country. Which I only found out way after I started #projekroots.
[5] We made it to the mouth of the Hualien River, where it meets the open Pacific ocean. Pebble beach, mostly stones from the many industrial quarries make up the shoreline. [6] Byproduct of a manmade shoreline.
[8] the team, Main camera and director, collaborative artist, Posak, on her exploration of the #Pangcah #Amis of #Fatáan village, and their relation to the river. Stories of origins from the sacred mountains. Lisin Haluwey, on sound/ audio, and assistant, driver, local guide and cultural expert, translator, and me, do anything else. [9] Managed to squeeze in an interview with Susu, posak's favourite uncle.
[1] elder of the community [10] Tomu (leader) of one of the five villages that makes up the greater Fatáan village

[1] elder of the community

[2] local church

[3] written form

[4] father & i, 43 years apart, same spot

[5] Hualien river meets the sea

[6] beach front

[7] gear knob found

[8] team 

[9] Susu interview

[10] Tomu (leader)