In Vietnam, Mum was making four nuggets of gold a day as a butcher and Dad was making seven nuggets as a tailor. We had three servants; one to cook, one to clean and one to look after my brother and I. But when they know that you have a three-story, flashy house and you’re doing well, the communists would every single day chase you around to pay, and my Mum got sick of it.
The first time Mum tried to leave, she sold everything in the house and put down a deposit of $50 000 to get . . .