V.S. Naipaul. The Loss of El Dorado. A Colonial history. New York, Random House, 2003.

My ancestors began to go from India to Trinidad about a hundred years ago. I was born in 1932 in a small country town called Chaguanas, a mile or two inland from the Gulf of Paria, in the house my grandfather had built in 1920. This house, with its balustraded roof-terrace and Hindu sculptures, would not have been out of place in an Indian town. Today in Trinidad it is an architectural oddity; but then it fitted. Chaguanas was a mainly Indian settlement. Hindu and Muslim festivals were celebrated; Hindi (or its Bhojpuri variant) was the first language I heard. All this seemed so settled and complete it was hard to think of Chaguanas being otherwise. It was hard to feel any wonder at the fact that, more than four hundred years after Columbus, there were Indians in a part of the world he had called the Indies; and that the people he had called Indians had vanished. They had left no monuments; they were not missed. Chaguanas was a place-name, no more; many Indians turned it into 'Chauhaan', a Hindu caste-name.