Word: tin
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...this way, primarily to fight a Chinese pirate who had been terrorizing the strait from a Palembang stronghold. And though there were already Chinese settlements there, as well as in towns such as Tuban in Java, the Chinese on Bangka were mainly drawn by - or imported for - work as tin miners in later centuries...
...impact of the tin mines is visible in the lifeless green pools that dot the landscape. The impact of the migration is visible on a rutted, auburn-hued dirt track outside Pangkal Pinang, where Cung A Siuk lives. There are a handful of houses out here. Cung says there used to be fewer. There is no news, either. She's never heard of the persecution of Chinese people in Java and Sumatra. John, the photographer, and I are the first white people she has ever seen, and she's 73 years old. "If I were scared," she says, "I would...
...decade ago. It's big and sturdy, all faded wood except for the stone porch. She still grows pineapples and cassavas out back; she may be old but she has to work or she feels weak. Her husband, Ji Chiu, was first generation. He came to work the tin mines, a "sold piglet," as they were called, since they were sold by their parents with no real promise of return. She met him when she sold coconut cookies to the tin miners. They had five children, but twins died at birth...
...right on that score as well). Would that the lives of all migrant workers, of any generation, had such happy results. Wherever you go, you see people inventing jobs for themselves, selling bats at a roadside stand, for instance, or directing traffic for tips. On Bangka, men mine tin from the coastal seabed, employing motor-powered pumps to vacuum the sea floor onto patchwork floating trays in which they search for their prize. More often, a living wage, or the promise of one, is thought to exist elsewhere, which is why there is a constant stream of migrant workers flowing...
...Brown's music (lushly orchestrated with Brown himself on piano) is the least arid and most accessible of the scores turned out by his generation of Sondheim disciples. This is smart, lyric-driven music that doesn't abandon melody or variety. One number rocks; another harks back to '30s Tin Pan Alley. And a wistful, turn-of-the-century-style waltz sends you out of the theater with a lovely, warmhearted souvenir. Most of the souvenirs at The Producers cost 20 bucks...