INDONESIA | Friday, 15 October 2010 | Views [135]
We arrive, we pass through, and eventually we must leave. But all processes are marked with a familiarity that differs so markedly from my experiences growing up in Jakarta. Of course there are both pros and cons to constantly living with such intimacy, but since it is not entirely my world (which is an urban one filled with strangers), I tend to remember positive memories such as this: a man on his motorcyle, head turned to the side, greeting all those he encounters in passing.
