I get a call from Cheuk on my
cell that Mai’s in town. It took me a second to remember… ah
yeah… Kien’s youngest daughter. She’s a stewardess with El Al,
the Israeli airline. I remember that she does the Jewish
Diaspora route between Tel Aviv and New York, Montreal and
Toronto. We are meeting for dinner at Lee Garden on Spadina --
appropriately the Chinese restaurant frequented by many of
Toronto’s Jewish community.
After dinner, I film Mai walking around Chinatown looking at
another Chinese diaspora out of her own context. As I film her,
I kept wondering what’s going on through her mind. She tells us
that she misses her Chinese food especially while she was in the
Israeli Navy. I guess like me, she has a Chinese stomach. But
then… Navy food would make anybody crave Chinese or at least
something civilized.
I get another call this month that Kien’s wife, daughter Nee and
her two kids are in town. We never met Mrs. Wong in Haifa. She
still remains a mystery.
Cheuk is up to his old trick again. He wants to place the family
in another Jewish diaspora context outside of Israel. We meet
them for lunch in Little Tel Aviv. It was better than
Disneyworld for the kids who have not been able to get any
Israeli food for days. I guess these Sabas have an Israeli
stomach instead – and they speak Hebrew and feel right at home.
Back at their host’s home, Cheuk shows them Reuters newsreel
footage of “boat people” arriving in Israel that he found. To
our pleasant surprise, Nee recognizes her family right away and
is overjoyed. It is so spontaneous and serendipity a Sony moment
that I almost missed it. But we even caught an emotional tear
jerky clip of Mrs. Wong whose trust I think we’ve finally won.
It’s moments like this that makes working in documentaries all
worthwhile.
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