My Vietnam Adoptee Story: From Saigon to Self-Discovery
From Adoption to Return: A Life Between Two Worlds
Adopted from Vietnam as a child by a French family, I grew up in Bordeaux surrounded by love — but also silences no one could name.
As a child, I had simple yet powerful dreams: to become a professional footballer, then a firefighter. But life brought me back to a harsher reality. Invisible struggles, unanswered questions, and an ongoing inner quest.
Disappear to Come Back Stronger
In 2020, I left France. Not to travel, but to deliberately lose myself.
I spent a year in Bangkok. Then I returned to where it all began: Vietnam. Not as a tourist, but as a man in inner exile. Searching for meaning. For answers. And perhaps, for myself.
Finding one part. Still searching for the other.
I was fortunate to find my birth mother again. To see my brother once more. Real faces. Voices lost in time.
But my sister is still missing. I don’t know where she is, but I keep searching for her. And maybe, one day, my words will find her.
Living Without a Degree. Learning Out of Necessity.
I have no official diploma. Everything I know, I learned on the ground — by walking, falling, and starting over.
I taught myself English while living abroad. I trained independently in writing, web, digital skills, and culture. Today, I live in Vietnam, thanks to what I’ve built with my own hands, doubts, and determination.
Why RacinesVietnam.com?
Because I needed a living space, away from social networks, where I could write what I never dared to say.
RacinesVietnam.com is a blog, but above all, a refuge. For adoptees. The uprooted. Lost children who have grown into rebuilding adults. A space for sharing around Vietnamese adoption, bicultural identity, spirituality, transmission, and living memory.
What You’ll Find Here
- Testimonies on Vietnamese adoption, kinship, and identity
- Articles on Vietnamese culture, its rituals, names, and wisdom
- Immersive travel journals, far from tourist clichés
If You See Yourself in This Journey
If you’re adopted. If you’re still searching for what connects you to a story, a country, a name, or simply to yourself. If you live abroad, without a map or compass. If you had to build yourself without diplomas or landmarks, but with willpower.
Then you’re in the right place. And maybe this site is a little bit yours, too.
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