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The Perfect Fascist City: Take a Train in Jakarta

If you take a train in Jakarta, be warned: the images that would unwind behind your windows could be too disturbing to bear for someone who is not a war correspondent or a medical doctor. It would often feel as if hundreds of thousands of the wretched of the earth decided to camp along the tracks, as if the garbage from the entire East Asia had been dumped along the rails, as if the hell really materialized here on earth, instead of threatening us from some imaginary religious realm. From the unwashed windows of the train you would see people suffering from all imaginable diseases. You would probably spot exposed wounds, faces burned by fires, terrible hernias, untreated tumors and omnipresent swollen bellies of children suffering from malnutrition. And there would also be some ailments and deformities that are simply too terrible to describe or to photograph. Jakarta, the capital city of the country hailed by the Western mainstream media as ‘democratic’, ‘toleran...

Jakarta #4

Di sini saya banyak belajar untuk merasa kecil, belajar mengagumi hal-hal besar yang terjadi dan terbangun di sekitar saya, belajar mendengarkan dari yang besar ataupun dari yang kecil, di sini, di kota ini, saya belajar untuk lebih menghargai keterbatasan saya. @fuadhasan

Don't learn about life at school

My Conversation with Jihan

Jihan: Om mpu..om mpu, ini apah? Me  : Bunga Jihan : Bunga apa? Me : Bunga Mawar Jihan: Mawar apa? Me: Mawar merah Jihan: Merah apa? Me: Merah darah Jihan: Darah apa? Me: Darah anak kecil Jihan: Anak kecil apa? Me : Kecil-kecil udah bawel, banyak nanya, sama banyak gaya Jihan : heheheheh.. Me: Jihan, anak bayi apa anak kecil sih? Jihan : Anak kecil ajah Me : Anak kecil atau anak gede: Jihan: Anak gede ajah Me: Kalau anak gede udah pipis sendiri, gak pake pampers Jihan: Anak kecil ajah.. Me : Kalau anak kecil ga minum susu pake dot.. Jihan : Anak bayi aja, om mpu..

Precious moment