Greetings from Tha Sala! I've been here for a week now. I've met fellow Indonesians and they're all so welcoming. I've tried some local food (not many, but I'll explore more soon), and I've visited both big supermarket chain and traditional market. I think it's safe for me to say that the apartment where I... Continue Reading →
On my first night in Tha Sala, it was storming outside. The electricity was out, and the rain was drumming on my window. There's a thing or two that I know about this place on my first day. It's just like home, but at the same time it's a whole different planet. Ok now it's... Continue Reading →
DISCLAIMER: the title was Pramoedya's words, not mine at all. In fact, Pram and I might have totally different opinions about this book. Recently I just finished reading the book that was mentioned in probably every Indonesian history class. I bought this book because it is said to be an important piece of literature to... Continue Reading →
Dear Magnus, There's always some points in your life where you feel tired of waiting and sick of uncertainties, like right now. I think this is the point where I finally give up to the flow and stop imagining what my life would be like in ten years. From now on I try not to... Continue Reading →
Hello, my name is Oskar. First of all, I apologize because you might freak out when you found this letter at your door this morning. I write this letter to you, whoever you are, to tell you something that has been haunting me for the past few days. I know I don’t know you, and... Continue Reading →
“You guys seen the police line in Matthew’s backyard this morning?” Interesting thing happens in our neighborhood today. Human bones were discovered in my neighbor’s backyard. "Poor guy. He just moved in last week.” “There are human bones, for God’s sake.” "I heard the police said that they might belong to the victim of murder... Continue Reading →
You are getting older and older. You move a lot that you’re not sure where home is anymore. Your dream is getting higher and higher. Too busy to notice that home is no longer your core. A matter of where is gone replaced by a matter of who. And I’d like to be someone you... Continue Reading →
Thanks to the banister for guarding us, holding us not to fall. Fall to the fuss, down to the ocean of gall...