As a stranger in a foreign land, my heart is surrounded by warmth. Those rains that are not beautiful enough, those girls wearing headscarves, those motorcycles wandering the streets and alleys make me lonely, but also make me happy.
The legend of Borobudur Tower, the wide variety of ethnic groups and religions, the unusually clear exotic music, and more of the scenery are not those ancient legends, but the friends around me. Some are passers-by, some have become mobile phone numbers, and some have become regular visitors on weekends. What touches me is not the past or the future, but every bit of the present.