in journeys

In this road

2009-03-08T00:41:00.000-08:00

From solo singing from stall to stall. Every people have gathered, I stop by, picking the guitar and sing. Some give money, but there is also a drive out to go, because it was disrupted. I often meet people who do the same. We rested frequently in the Sports Building, at the time that is almost the same time. And then, we are singing together in one group, or divided into several groups. One group consisted of 2 - 4 people. After getting enough money, we again gather in this building, till lateness. About experience, a matter of family, the problem of financial difficulty, until the political problems in the country. Wooow ...

In this road crowded always till early morning. Through the street many seller of food and beverage. The longer the more people gather here. It's a hobby of painting, drama, poems / poetry, and many talents. However, there is also just want to gather. They come with different motivations, among other: broken home, school dropouts, the money, talent, and have felt the same hobbies, or just have fun. Some come from poor families, but many also come from rich family. Somehow they did not stay at home and help his parents business. Here they perform a variety of arts activities, which can make a happy heart, and can earn money. Without planning. All activities run offhand, like water flow.

And, this building became our station. Almost every day we come together, even the many who do not return to their homes. Several months later, members of this community have reached tens of people. Activities increasingly clear. Order painting, practice singing, dancing, drama , poetry, guitar, start make money. Enough for the needs of daily living. Some of the cash saved, and is used for community purposes. Fellow members, we help each other.

On the first anniversary, we make the stage and entertainment bazaar. Funds come from cash and some donor organizations. There were also brought from home, such as drums, guitar, keyboard, etc.. Soundsystem loaned by company of sponsor. The members of the community selling food, clothes, shirts, hats, and others. Not suspected, the community members able to play band well. They sing their own song creation. So also with the group of theater and dance groups. All got a rousing welcome from the audience. In the bazaar, the goods out of stock items. The event ended with success.

Anniversary event was to make us think to build a simple cafe. Without much debate, we soon realized that idea. Do not imagine such a cafe other. This is only a small house which enabled such as cafes. Each night the group's new band in action. Moreover, at the weekend. Food and beverages are also presented simple. No alcohol and no drugs. The painting, dance and theater have activities as usual with fans an increasingly crowded, until now ....

20 years have passed. Many movie stars from here. Many popular groups band from here. Many Events Organizer comes from here. No speech recognition. No charter award. By the arts and entertainment, their talent and distribute freely determine its own fate.

In this road still crowded like first. Many new face which do not my recognize.

Magic wood

2009-03-08T00:40:00.000-08:00

3 months without feeling I have with the Dayak tribe in Kalimantan hinterland. I have to leave them to return to the city, and immediately prepared a report on this research.

Already a lot of information that I get. Many also of information and lessons that I give to them. I work the most difficult is when to give an understanding of the applicable law in this country. During this time they only know their own customary law.

Tomorrow I go back to the city. Night harvest feast was held (accidental events parting with me). For this festival, each family contribute tuak (a kind of palm wine) and food. Tuak in a jar in the store, already planted in the ground for a year or more. Each race to present their best tuak.

The sun began to sink in the western horizon. All citizens have gathered in the street, including me. We started dinner. 1 place to eat (made from plaited leaves of coconut) for 8 - 10 people. Ha ha ha ... also want to eat together like this.

Finished eating we deploy a pair. A kind of guitar picking (sorry, I do not know his name), 3-4 escort teenage son and the daughter of singing. We started the parade danced while singing. At once a rousing atmosphere. The girls occasionally visited us and gave tuak.

I remember the wood is given by the tribe leader. He was taking me so leave a little wood fiber and weave between the teeth, while drinking palm wine. I immediately selipkan the wood fiber, and I continue dancing and singing:

Where it came from leech?
From the field down to the river.
Where it came from love?
From the eyes down to the heart.

So about a lyric sung.

Without felt chicken crow, the morning began to appear. Many people lie drunk in the street. The women have to go home. I live and some people (including tribal leaders) are still behind. We stop dancing and start put.

I do not feel exhausted, why I have not drunk? In fact many of my palm wine drinking. There may be 100 liters, but I only urinate repeatedly. Was it because the wood fibers bite me during drinking palm wine? I believe the benefits of this wood and intend to bring home. Then I enter a room and try to sleep.

I built day by tribe leaders. I have to be put, so that does not travel in the benighted. After lunch with the family clan leader, I immediately bribe my clothes (I'm partial to them). Do not forget my magic wood in my bag. I intentionally save in the bottom, so that does not drop during the trip.

After the farewell, I am transported by some people through the forest. Some of them cry when I leave. I also can not hold this grief. During the 3 days we have like one big family.

Travel through our forest faster than when I came. Perhaps because they know very well over the road, or perhaps because I have been trained to run in the forest. Not up to 3 hours we have seen the limit of the capital district. The direct introduction farewell and return home to continue my hike to the district office.

Head of the district with my many questions. No start day felt dark, she ask me stay at home, as dangerous to travel at night. I really have to climb about 2 hours by using a motorcycle to reach the capital district. Now at 6 pm, dark hours begin.

I agree with Chief District bid. Arrived in the District Head's house, I bathed. Very fresh taste. Head of Family District I serve dinner. We eat together. Wow ... mouth-watering taste. I have long not taste food like this.

Finished dinner, we sat in the terrace house. One by one sub-district office officials came. The District appears to have been invited to listen to their experiences during my 3 months in Dayak villages, and receive feedback for improvements to the area in the future. We chat while drinking beer and eating peanuts. I remember the wood that I brought from the Dayak village. "Let them know that I am strong drink" so I thought

I poke my bag to empty, but the wood does not mean I find. I try looking at the others, also do not have. I repeat again seek and find. All goods are out of my bag, but the wood that I can not find ....

Second day in Dayak village

2009-03-08T00:39:00.002-08:00

I awakened from sleep. Where I was? Leaves a room wall and the bed of plaited bamboo. Ooo .. I remember now! I just arrived in this village yesterday. A tribe of the Dayaks in Kalimantan hinterland. Then I greeted by tribal leaders and parents, have lunch together while drinking palm wine and ... I do not remember anymore (probably because the drunk). Oops .. I mean that from the fall yesterday afternoon until this morning? Worth it ... I feel hungry.

I rise slowly from the bed. From the window I saw children playing in the street. Where women and men? I remove some items from my bag, I take it that deliberately create them, such as coffee, tea, sugar, soap, etc.. I leave a room and down the length of the stair. This home is located high out of the ground. In the pit house I met with the tribe leader's wife (I called it: the mother) who is cooking in the kitchen pickup. After greet, she offers me hot coffee, which I immediately approved. Submit my coffee, tea, etc.. while the mother asks: "Why are not I yesterday coffee warm?" She looks smiling and said: "We always serve a special drink for the guests."

I ask permission for a bath. Mother shows bath is a large pond, and I go there. Its clear water, but only on the surface. When I was a souse body in the pool, making the water become cloudy. I had to wait some time before the water becomes clear again. If I want to pup, I have to walk a few hundred meters towards the river again. River water is clear, but brown. I better bathe here later afternoon.

Finished bathing, we chitchat in the kitchen. According to the mother, they were happy to receive my arrival. Because outsiders rarely visited the place of them. Moreover, I want to eat and drink with them. They can feel that I take a cigarette, they are rarely found before. They laugh when I see the drunk yesterday and did not realize, until forced into the appointed rooms. Mother I hope to stay longer here.

From the mother, I have information that the adult males are hunting animals in the forest, while adult women are on the rice fields and gardens. Mother did not participate because they had to accompany me. I try to get as much as possible information about this community.

Before noon, I saw the women come home from work. They brought corn, yam and vegetables. They wave's hand to me and smiled while I wave's hand too, before they entered the house of each. Towards the afternoon, children and women bathing in the big pond. Bath while they frolic. Occasionally I look with a bit embarrassed. Ooops .. in fact they use the bathroom without soap. They rub the body with stones and rub the teeth with grass or coconut fiber. Worth less than their bodies strung, I think.

Before sunset, back to the group of men carry deer, hunting results. Then divide the tribal leaders ravin equally to all families. Then they make a bath in the pond, a bath in the river. I took the entourage to the river. They were astonished to see me rub the teeth and use the soap. Then, I teach how to use a toothbrush and a little explaining about the need to use soap. Some of them try to use my soap. I instruct them that the city to shop, do not forget to buy a toothbrush, toothpaste and soap.

Bath and finished dinner at the home of each. We gathered again on the road, while many kinds of chat, until late at night. I use this opportunity to explain the importance of school, learning to read and write. Stupefied I witnessed all this.

A life that is simple, but they do not look happy and giddy with the economic crisis ...

Visit the Dayak village

2009-03-08T00:39:00.001-08:00

In the year 1975, I did social work in a rural village in West Kalimantan. A village with a population Dayak tribe, which amounted to less than 50 families. That time, most of the Dayak tribe living in the hinterland, it may be almost similar to the Indian tribes. They are quite isolated from the outside world. But now many of the school to the University, as well as government officials.

After traveling for 6 hours by car, plus travel for 2-3 hours with a motorcycle, more travel for 3-4 hours of walking, I finally arrived in their village. Once the forest is quite dense, I arrived in a village which is very natural, with a high from the surface of the soil. I greeted the arrival by the friendly son and some teenage girls and children, who ... (sorry) their clothes just to cover genitals only. Their skin color is rather yellow, like the Chinese. I was initially surprised to see this scene. But forgotten by the girl who is very beautiful, albeit a bit rough skin and a sizable shank. They stare with eyes that I nearly did not blink. Unfortunately I do not understand the language they use.

I held hands, and I brought them home to a large enough (I know back home is their Tribal Leaders). Tribal leaders and some community leaders to welcome me with a friendly. The tribe and the lucky few parents with little understanding of the language I use.

Then I told my sense of arrival, and they seem happy. I remove the cigarette that I have already prepared and we smoke together. They smoke like never stops. Lucky me bring cigarettes cheap price ... ha ha ha .. so I can be a little economical.

They serve food and beverages. Initially I was quite disgusted to see their food, let alone put food in one place made of coconut leaves, and all those taking place in the hands of those who according to me ... (sorry) is not clean. They were seen eating with the greedy. Because very hungry, I try a little taste .. also taste delicious. Long run is also much food into my stomach. Ha ha ha ...

I try a little drink that they serve, while you chitchat about their lives and my experience. Wow ... it's like wine, very tasty. Their living from farming, hunting, animals, and make palm wine (we call this: tuak). I gulp a bit to drink longer, because my throat feels dry, water is available and not the other. Agricultural products and palm wine they bring to the city and exchanged goods with the needs of their day-to-day, which can not produce their own. Oops .. I began to feel the headache. But I ignore it, and I gulp again.

Come see me arrive home rotary ceiling, people around the course the longer the more vague and ... I do not remember anymore.

Remember My Mother

2009-03-08T00:38:00.001-08:00

Today, 6 years ago, my mother passed away. He lived in a small town, about 1000 kilometers from where I live. If using a car, applied for 16 to 18 hours. Aircraft with only 1 hour, followed the car for 2 hours.

At that hour show at 9 pm. I currently drive a car on the road. Suddenly I received a call from my sister, the mother that are severe pain and some times call on my name. Doctors are in a journey towards home. I get a hunch that is not good. Then I ask my sister to call for the approach to my mother's ear, and I try to speak directly with my mother. But it does not have the answers from there. I should be visiting my mother.

On the way to the house, I call my wife about this and to be ready to my mother. My phone travel agency to book tickets. But information from the travel agency said that ... no more flights there. There is a new flight the next morning at 10 tomorrow, that is the status of waiting list. If for departure at 2 pm, must have a ticket.

At 9:30 pm, phone rings again. I am still on the road. Preach my sister, that the mother passed away ... I can not keep mourning. I stopped in the street. I pull the long breath, tried to calm. 5 minutes and then I drive back ... go home.

At home we embrace each other in mourning. With a variety of reasons, we finally decided to go with the car.

At 10 pm. We are ready to leave. My sister came out the first call. They --- her husband and two children --- want to leave with us. My sister lives 80 kilometers from my house. We must pick up their families first.

After traveling through for 1 hour and 30 minutes, we arrived at my sister's house. They immediately entered the car, and then ... race car has been on the road toll.

I drive the car fast. I hope to meet with the mother before the tomb. According to our tradition, burial will be made before 7 o'clock at night. Means 6 at night until we had there. Time left to live 17 hours. Not much talking in the car. Occasionally heard the voice cry sob.

Rains with the downpours. I slow the pace car. My view slightly obstructed by its rain downpours.

7 At night we arrived at the house mother. Empty house and 15 minutes later ...... whole family here has just arrived from the funeral ...

My parents'upbringing

2009-03-08T00:37:00.001-08:00

We consist of 4 brothers, 2 sisters and 1 brother. My brother has not been the school. Before leaving school, we have breakfast together. Father to leave office, we go to school. Although we have some family cars, but we must walk to school, a distance of dozens of kilometers from home. I and my two sisters studying in the same school. We always bring a snack and drink provision. We are forbidden to buy food or drink outside the home. Therefore we are not provided the money.

Home from school, we clean the body, changing clothes with school clothes home. Mother was preparing lunch, and we have lunch together, with or without a father. Finished eating, we completed the work to help the mother-house ladder. Every child has the home-work of each. There are clear grounds that the house, cleaning house, washing dishes, etc.. Job rotation next week. So on. After that, we need to sleep. Once again, we must clean the body before sleep.

Wake up to sleep, about 4pm, we are playing with friends outside the home until 6 pm. Then we rotate bath and followed by dinner together. When eating, we are told about the experience of each. Finished eating our mother to help clean the tables and cutlery, the task before the schools and prepare lesson tomorrow.

9 pm we have to enter a room to sleep. Secretly, often the mother of our control in the bedroom. Do we really have to sleep? Are our feet clean? What we have been using sleepwear? If there is something wrong, the mother making sure we settle for. Sometimes we like to pretend to sleep if the mother into our bedroom. Once out of his room, we continue to shoot the fall. Ha ha ha ... dido children.

Every Saturday night, have a meeting about homework and school subjects. Here, each family member free of the opinions, criticisms and suggestions. About a page that is less clean, the dishes still smell the soap, etc.. Results lessons in the school also did not escape from the examination. We do not dare lie problem schools, because the mother and father often to recheck our school about our behavior and learning in schools.

Finish the meeting, father and mother, both of recreation, such as a pair of lovers who are girls. We left to play at home. Do not attempt to try to exit the house. Can cause a problem!

Sunday is the day for recreational quota we all family members. So when we can feel easy way to do smth drive jeep or sedan. Usually we leave the morning and return home to a new home in the evening.

Subject was given his father and mother first, I really feel the benefits now.
I understand the meaning of walking to school.
I understand about the contribution in a community.
I understand the importance of meeting and listening to opinions.
I realize the benefits of discipline and responsibility.
I learned a lot about the rights and obligations.
And more...

Drama script

2009-03-08T00:31:00.000-08:00

Returned from the forest, I already have enough money to continue school to university. But new registration begins 6 months again. While waiting for registration, I joined a theater group. Here I learn theatrical. Vocal training, movement / style, etc. .. Laugh or crying must be spontaneous.

Two months again, this group will show a drama about the romance that is not approved by the parents of the girls. They make dating secretly. They must take pains to be able to meet. Sometimes they do not greet each other in public. Until a while, main actress is running with another boy. Then jealous and ... fracas occurred. Then main actor leave that place, and discuss the problem the next day. Main actor can not accept that excuse, because they run with intimate in public. Then more fracas occurred. The longer the more exciting and finally .... choose to separate.

After a strict selection process, I was selected as the main actor, accompanied a main actress. We start practice. Day by day passed, and we have a lot of exercise. Some scenes often repeated, because it has not been in accordance with the wishes director. Intimate scenes and scenes squabbling. Maybe because too often repeat the intimate scenes, I began to fall in love with the main actress.

Outside the theater, we often dating, and the longer the intimate relationship we grow, until one day before the show begins. My girlfriend running with another boy. Evening, I am hard to sleep. I always thought to be what I see before noon. Who is man? Boyfriend? Yes, her boyfriend! Coupled with their intimate. I have to finish it tomorrow, after the show ends. There should be a certainty! Me or him!

The time arrived. I run the appropriate scenario. But when the intimate scene, I failed to contribute the maximum. When scenes squabbling, I seriously. I remember the case yesterday. I'm still annoyed with my girlfriend. I speak rant. All my action, not in the script.

Finished the event, spectators look happy with my role. My role is considered very good. But, the director angry to me. My girlfriend crying. He can not forgive my actions.

Since then, we never meet again..... we ended the relationship, such as drama script.

The raft trip

2009-03-08T00:30:00.002-08:00

Now I work on the log raft section. Log that launched to the log pond must in the bundle be a raft. All is done while swimming in the log pond. Long in the water, making the body shivering cold.

Many times I ride to the land because of cold. Wearing a towel, drinking hot tea and smoking. After that I plunge to the river to continue the work.

Log raft consists of a lot of logs, depending on the width of the river and ability the boat to attract / encourage. Usually, use the 2 boats. To attract and to encourage the raft.

Once complete, the log raft drawn to high seas, through a river winding. Log raft sometimes get caught in tree roots or stones. I have to encourage with the vault / long stick, order that the raft free from obstacles.

Until the high seas, I check all the ropes binding the log raft. What is still functioning properly? For that, I have to check one by one, from the front till rear. Until the arrival in the ship, which will include the log. This big ship anchored in the middle of the sea, because it can not go through the shallow sea.

Travel to the ship that will load a log, within 10 to 12 hours. During that I must stay the log raft. Submerged sea water, sometimes exposed to waves. I only rise to the boat, if I want to eat / drink or change clothes, because it has been wet too long and make my body shivering cold. Sometimes travel is done at night. If the nod, I tie my body to the raft, and I sleep a moment .... the waves that drown my body.

Experience the unforgettable

Back to the Log Pond

2009-03-08T00:30:00.001-08:00

After a successful exit from the forest, we return to the Log Pond. Log Pond is also a branch office our company. My condition is stable start. But, if remember when lost in the forest for 4 days, my heart is still injured.

When we should be eating fungus, leaves and bark trees. Drinking water moisture in the leaves. Must be to sleep among the trees, between a tree branch and limb. Fortunately we are not met with wild animals. Remember when I want to eat ear my colleague, because of hunger that has reached its peak. See the ear like a delicious meat.

Remember when in that house. I eat like animals. Vulturine and not very concerned with ethics. My imagine that women such as angels. Beautiful and sexy. But after I realized, was not as beautiful as the woman that I see before. Face and body to its normal course, even far older than me. His skin has begun to wrinkles. Perhaps, because I did not meet with the women during the 4 days. Ha ha ha... Yes, our behavior for 4 days in the forest, may be such as animal. Huh, quite a chilling experience. The soldiers involved in the Vietnam war, may be able to tell more about the experience like this. They certainly have the experience more frightening.

We found by residents in the north of the coastal area of this island. While Log Pond are on the south coast beaches. Wow, is far we travel. Then, we transfer to Log Pond with a speed boat, 5 hours trips.

Arriving at the Log Pond, we are greeted with joy by friends other workers. Hmm, only boss that looks less happy. Boss want to talk with us in the office. After cleaning the body, we find a boss in the office. Boss angry at us, especially at Danny, as a team leader. He is describe in detail about the losses suffered by the company, because of errors or omissions we are. Only a few greeting boss that we can indigestion. We are very tired and want to sleep. Boss finally decided to move me in the treatment of log. Effective beginning tomorrow. According to the boss, we should be dismissed from the company, because it is a mistake.

I pensive in bedroom. Who want lost in forest for 4 days? With the risk eaten wild animals or even die of hunger? It seems that the boss should be lost in the forest, in order to take the wise decision?

Race in forest

2009-03-08T00:22:00.000-08:00

Today I started working in the maintenance section. Log need to be polished with a preservative, in order that does not quickly damaged.

Trees that have been fall down, will cut into the log, with the size of which have been determined. Then pull in to the port by 8 to 10 people. This port I polish the log with a preservative. Should be careful, because this log elliptical and can roll. This preservative very sharp smell. This liquid is also very slippery, and can make people slip if its tread. Moreover, if it is above the log.

After set up preservative in some cask, then I put it on the log train car. Log train car is a tool to haul logs. Have 4 wheel and placed on the rail train. A series of log train car pull by train, from the port in the forest to the log pond. I use this vehicle to make treatment logs. To run this vehicle, I must be paddle with my feet on the rail crossing.

I start before sunrise, in order to return home before the sun is sinking. Every night we play badminton. One of its entertainment here. I do not want belated.

I am still sad actually moved to this section. I have not been long in the section to open forest. Because lost in the forest for 4 days, then I moved to this section. But I try to happy with this new job. While singing, my paddle vehicle quickly, about 80 kilometers per hour. Ha ha ha, it's happy to drive this. As a motorcycle on the road. If slightly uphill road, I have to pedal more and more powerful. But if the road to down, the vehicle run without my paddle. I can sit and relax and view of the forest. But, wow .... I can not be too fast. Several times preservative spill.

I will start working in the timber port of the most remote from the log pond. One by one polished log with drug preservative. In the afternoon, I have completed all my work. Proximity to log pond near. No preservative. I can drive faster again. This time, such as formula 1 races. Luckily I placed in this section.

Wind pedicab

2009-03-08T00:21:00.000-08:00

This evening my many buyers. I can close the early morning hours 1:00. It's not polite to a friend's home at this time. While waiting for the coming morning, I sat alone at the top of the bridge, while stargazing. This night very cold. Fortunately not long after Mr. Amat come. He pedicab worker who often parking near the bridge, and sleep in the pedicab it. He said, if sleeping in the house, like he got up late morning and into work late. Then I approach him and I get to chat. Fair have friends to chat morning. But he was already too tired and want to sleep immediately. Then he was coaxing me to sleep at his home. I rent pedicab it. And, he agrees. I already often use pedicab, if Mr. Amat no passengers. 1 hour later I was already in the fish market. Fishermen just returned from the sea. Fish that brought them fresh. Many people buy fish, even if it is still too early days. My parking pedicab outside the market, while waiting for people who want to return home with increased pedicab. Only a few minutes alone, there are passengers. I do not set a tariff. Up to them. After around the city, almost morning hours. Money that I earn more than the price of rent pedicab. I have additional revenue.

I immediately restore pedicab to house Mr. Amat. He was still asleep. I submit rent cost to his wife. Then I immediately go to David's house, my friend. To prepare to leave for school. I have a new class 1 high school. Arriving at the house of David, a new domestic workers who wake up. I help her briefly, before the bath and prepare books. There is still time for about 1 hour.

I come home from school to home Iskandar, I feel very sleepy. I want to sleep, before spending to the market. Know, I have not slept all night. 15:00 hrs I awakened. Before going to the market, I help clean the house Iskandar. From the market, I immediately and bath .... re-selling cigarette.

Start at the time, I was busy every day. Sometimes, after the work by pedicab, I participate in the car pick up the vegetables to bring to market. From this job I earn a living again. Since that time I did not sleep at night. I fill the time at night to work. I sleep after school. On the day sunday, I have a lot of time to sleep. I can not play like children my age se. I have to work, so that I can still live and the school, also do not forget to send money for my mother in the village.

Lost in forest

2009-03-08T00:20:00.002-08:00

Graduated high school, I want to continue to university. But I do not have enough money. Then I worked at a timber company in Kalimantan.

My task is dividing the area into multiple swathe of forest. Later, each plot will be done by a group of lumberjack wood, which consists of 10 to 12 people. My team consists of 3 people, led by Danny. Eman the duty to open the road. Danny and I am duty to measure and install the signs.

Drawing with simple equipment and consumption, in the morning we depart from the Log Pond to the forest, using the chariot. After traveling more than 2 hours, we arrived at the end rail. If there is the addition a new plot, this railway will be extended again.

From the end railway started our work. With compass Danny determine the direction, Eman start cut bushes, making the road. I prepare ropes along the 500 meters. String functions as the measurement tools. Then, Danny follow Eman, while holding the end of a rope. I am still in place, while holding the other end of a rope. Each 200 meters, I will give order, and Danny will install sign. I am stupefied to see the big trees and high. Our target is 10 plot in the day.

At 13:00 the width measurement has been completed. We rested while lunch and discuss the next plan. Danny would like to complete this work and achieve the target set by the company. As a new employee is not my comments. Eman likely objection to the idea of Danny. According to him, the measurement of the length of more heavy than the width measurement. Because long swath width is 2.5 times or 500 meters, and forest condition is more dense and difficult. Finally decided to measure the outer side only.

Done rest, we continue the work. Hour show at 16:30. But why are dark days? My gaze upward to the top. Oh my God, visible only twigs and leaves of the dense leaves. No visible sky. No more sunlight penetrate foliage. Danny decides to return. Eman is seen seated exhaustion. I fix ropes. Then we started walking home. Danny turn on the flashlight and walk in the front while occasionally see the compass. After 2 hours of running, we have not found a stick that has been previously ditancap. We started to panic. 3 hours have passed, yet sign stick not found. Eman of sorts: "This is impossible! This trip should be run more quickly than while working. The wrong direction". But Danny still believe, that direction in accordance with the compass.

Hour show at 23:00. We began to feel thirsty and hungry. No more supply of food and beverages. Finally, we decided to spend the night in the forest, the search will resume tomorrow morning. Immediately we cut the tree branches and twigs, make a bed of emergency in place a little higher, not to be disturbed wild animals. Difficult for us to sleep. Alas sleep in the form of a tree branch, feels painful. Mosquitoes that small (we call this: "Agas") make it become itchy. I see Danny was asleep. Eman and I still discuss the plan tomorrow.

Suddenly a voice was heard weeping sob, from the direction of Danny. Eman and I'm surprised and try to calm the Danny. All have occurred, need not be lamented. More importantly find its solution. A leader must be strong, courageous and steadfast. And .... still more advice, we say. Until we finally fall asleep.

We awakened hours of 9:00 am. Perhaps because it is too tired, or because the new asleep early days. We continue to travel. We start eating leaves and drinking water moisture. Until the afternoon we still failed to find a way to return home.

This evening we are forced to stay in the forest. Our bodies itch, perhaps because do not bathe. Also injury, a small wound exposed spine. This night we sleep more quickly, but hunger and thirst often disrupt and create often awakened.

Day-to-3 we are in the forest. We continue to try to find a way to return home. But not show marked success. We start habit eating foliage and fungi drinking water, we even started eating the wood skin. We start emotional. Eman decided to separate, because he is not confident with the compass and Danny. But Danny and I try to coax him. And, we agree to work together to solve problems, make decisions together and bear with all its consequences. Silent running, really tiring. Day started dark and we decided to stay in the forest. We make emergency beds. No longer have a bath. Only the hungry and thirsty.

This night I lie beside Danny. I look ear Danny such as burger. Certainly favor of it. Until my saliva has. Then I get closer and it will bite. Oh no! I'm not the Cannibalism. I swallow my saliva, and then I closed my eyes now. I began to pray, to fall asleep.

Day-to-4. We continue to run and ..... suddenly we smell the smell of burnt objects. We find the source of it, and then immediately go to that direction. True course, we see the house. Injuries affected tree branch, we do not care. We run with fast. Several times we fall headlong fall. Wake up and run again.

Arriving at the house, I fell and .... I do not remember anymore. I realize, when I smell the smell of delicious cuisine. And has been available food and beverages. Eman and Danny is still asleep (or fainting). Without considering the ethical, I devour the food with ravenous. Suddenly, the owner of the house appears. A woman is beautiful and sexy, such as the nymph from the heavens ... (I later realized that this is only a hallucination).

Learn to trade

2009-03-08T00:20:00.001-08:00

I still live in a friend's home, in rotation, and still sell cigarettes at the roadside. Trade my growing. Each night, many people congregate. Chitchat until the middle of the night, while playing guitar and singing. Cigarette my bestseller. The sale of money I use to buy cigarettes, as the stock.

Every day I have to go to market, so that capital can continue to revolve. In getting to the market, some retail traders deposit with me, for buying cigarettes. They want efficient. Because they do not need the cost of transport to market. Happy to help them. In this life must help each other. Arriving in the market, I'm shopping in the store my subscription. Because I buy in the number of the many, I am given the wholesale price, which certainly cheaper than usual. Moreover, I also given money for transportation costs. Usually, there is no money left over. But this time there remains about 10% of the value spent. Then, the money is buy more cigarettes, as additional capital for trading. Something that I do not think before. It is good to know this. Traders retailer did not know this. They will not think that in large numbers, I can buy the cheaper prices of 10%. My suspected correctly. They were very grateful when I give them merchandise, one by one. Even intend to give tips, because this help. But I decline with the fine. I always say: "We must help each other to each other."

This news spread fast. Day to day, more and more retail traders that deposit with me, for buying cigarette in the market. My lot of advantages. The retail traders feel happy. Store subscription happy I feel, tips that he gave greater. Every great day, he give a parcel, which contains various drinks and snacks.

Win win solution.

Self manage

2009-03-08T00:17:00.000-08:00

I live in a friend's house, alternately. Today, at home Iskandar, at home David tomorrow, at home Jani, at home Kuntoro, etc.. Their families receive the friendly and do not mind if I stay in their homes. How does not. During the stay in the house of my friend's, I always to guide their children for the lessons. I help work at home, such as washing the car, wipe the page, clean the bathroom, etc.. The point what I can do. Their parents happy to see the development of their child's attitude. They say, I make the presence of their children to be diligent study and work diligently to help households. After school and finished lunch, I studied books and prepare lessons for tomorrow. After some help complete the work in the friend's house, then I went to the market to shop. Back from the market I started selling cigarettes, until midnight. That is my life everyday. I do not need to wash the clothes again. I do not think need to eat. All are available in the house of my friend. I only need to adjust, so that my presence is useful for them. The sale of cigarettes is also profitable. I can save more. I always send a letter to my mother. I paste it in the envelope a little money. In a letter I say, that I am both good and I still ranked in the classroom. Copy the value of the test schools and tell me that money is all the evidence.

Neighbor's house

2009-03-08T00:14:00.001-08:00

Finally, I moved to the home of Mr & Mrs Johan, a neighbor who is familiar with our family. Now is the third day since my family return to the village. Before going to our villages, it appeared that my mother and Mrs. Johan has been talking about live here.

The first day, I go to school as usual. Come from school, I work to help house-stairs before lunch. But, the long run my job multiply. I can not learning at home. I'm running out of time to do household chores.

Then I thought, until when I have to live like this? Residual money from my mother has been almost exhausted. Indeed, School fees and books I get for free from school, because I ranked first in the class. But, I still need to pay the cost of extra-curricular. While the master and mistress Johan did not give money. No. I have to change my fate.

Secretly I started selling ice after school. I want to raise money for the capital trade. Thus, I can be living alone. I am aware, many people buy ice because of pity. Several times Mrs. Johan ask me about the delay in returning from school. But I always reply with a lie. Huh, it's very tired. Done sells ice, the blazing sun, I still have to do the household chores that pile up. But, I must hold this suffering. I should be fight, in order to reach my goal. A year has passed, I take a class with the best value. For that, I get free textbooks and exempted pay school fees.

Money selling ice results have been collected, enough to start trading. Some friends do not mind if I stay in their homes. Then I choose the time is right to face Mr & Mrs Johan. I tell about my plans. I must to move to my friend's house, which is close to the school. I lie again. Mr. & Mrs. Johan tried holding me, but I intend unanimously.

Finally, Mr. & Mrs. Johan allow me to go away. At night, I pack my clothes and books. Tomorrow morning, before going to school, I have to keep all this in a friend's.

Our memories

2009-03-08T00:13:00.001-08:00

Wall clock sound once. External drizzling rain, like fear of wetting earth. Wife and both my child have asleep several hours ago. Sudden I remembered you. To be remembered when us always together.

At that time, we new student in a university. Initially I not so pay attention you, you also. You always together your friend friend, and I gather with my friend. But why at the time of lecturing, we always sit bunch up? What this only a just coincidence? We often share information about lesson. Sharing if drop behind in noting. One day, I see you alone awaiting bus in front of campus. Where other friend? Why they do not give to join? Aren't they wear car or motorbike? Then I dare to invite you go up my bicycle. In this campus only me using bicycle, one vehicle which I have. Surprise. You follow me. Since then I always accompany you, with my bicycle. We become gossip in campus, as a ideal couple. I always first rank and you second rank. We are place enquire classmate friend. Have often, they invite us to study club. But always you cannot be. Latter newly I know, that your father prohibit/disagree.Then I think, to learn in your house. You agree, but have to take care of attitude in front of your father. Arrive day waited.

I come and learn in your house. Only a reason. We start to learn and story about our relation. You tell a story about your never have special friend, never have touched by boy. About your father which prohibit you to associate with boy friend. But don't know why, always vibrate if contact with me. And then, I hold your hand and I kiss your cheek, and.... just to sudden emerge your father. He scream hardly, until we tremble fear. He cannot accept my attitude. You try to explain, but your father growing angry and order you come into house. I apologize as well as trying to explain. Your father progressively fulminate and dissipate me. weakened I leave your father, then I pedal bicycle swiftly. 1001 mind daze in my brain. Regreting once of this occurence. Ignore where have to confront. Since then we have never met again. Like mute people, never have my hear news about mu. Like blind person, I don't know, where are you? Wall clock sound thrice. Rain outside have alleviated, but not in this room.

Living alone

2009-03-08T00:12:00.001-08:00

Sunset in the western horizon. The ship that brought my mother and my brother has disappeared from view. I immediately go home. Now I'm alone in this city. Our village far from here, cross the ocean.

At home, I began to clean and tidy home goods. The new job the first time I do. No more cooking equipment, cutlery and other household furniture. Indeed, this home has been sold. Money used for the sales fee to the village and preparation of life in the village. Next week, this house will be occupied by the owner, and at that time, I have to move to other places.

After a bath, I count the money of the mother. May be enough to eat for 1 month. Day started dark, I switch on some lights, and I have to dinner. Then I went to the food stalls near the house. In this stall, the price of food and drink it more comfortable and cheaper, than other food stalls. But more tasty meals with the family at home.

I finished eating. I'm learning and prepare textbooks for school tomorrow. Usually mother help me. Wow, school clothes stay 1 set, 2 set are still dirty. What time is it? In fact, there is no clock in this house. Maybe around 10 pm. Tomorrow, I have to go to school hours of 6 am, because the lessons start at 7 am, and I have to walk for 30 minutes to arrive at the school. But, where I sleep? No bed. My floor clean my room and collated some newspaper sheets used to sleeping pad, then I drop down my body in there.

I am awake and am rushing bath, dressed, and go to school. No breakfast, because I need to save money. I'm 12 years old and I grade 1 in junior high school. Arriving at the school, lessons have started. I'm late. Why so garbled? All so difficult. May not like this happens, if there is the mother. Yes, my mother. She set all and that I serve. She was single parent, since my father died 3 months ago. Mother, I miss you.

The new one day I live alone. What if 1 month or 1 year? Ah, I have too emotional and not thinking long? Oh, no. All have passed, it will not return again. I must accept this reality.

Passed away

2009-03-08T00:01:00.000-08:00

I was small at that time, my age 11 years and are still in primary school. When suddenly there is news in the newspaper, that my father was killed in battle. We shock heard this news. Mother and two sisters hold me cry. I try to calm and not crying. Although in the heart, I felt sad and lost. Son as, I have to replace the function of the father. I have to calm them. How can I do all of that, if I'm no quiet and dissolve in the dumps? Therefore, I must be able to face this fact. Perhaps because I am too young, I failed several times not to cry. But, I did not cry front them.

Day by day we wait, 3 weeks already passed, but there is no news about my father. Several times I tried to ask for information to the parties concerned, but there is no definitive explanation, and father never arrived. In schools, I often get questions about my father. That makes me remember back and be sad. I secretly continue to search for information about the father, but it still does not work. While the atmosphere at home is more quiet and not talk about my father. Perhaps only in the mind each. One by one mother who sell goods for daily living, especially for food and school. Then the mother is trying to sew clothes and receive orders. My sisters help the mother, and I sell ice after the home school. But not enough for the purpose of life that the more expensive.

3 years have passed. We have no more property to sell. Finally, the mother is not able to endure this suffering, and decided to return to the village. I choose to live, because I have grown. At that time I was in high school. Mother tried to persuade me to join them, but I reject the fine. I said to them, that I've grown and I want to learn independent living. In fact, I am still trying to find information about my father, where his tomb? After they were gone, I sit alone pensive. How do I have to eat and continue to school? Didn't I have a place to live and work? Remember the beautiful gather with families. How well served by my mother. Food and clothing are always available. But too late. They have to go away.

Let the past go. I have to struggle to stay alive.

Time is chance, do not useless before die (hsofyan)