My Journey

Dear My Diary...

I would like to write down to you, My Journey when I’m go to the village around the Palm Oil Plantation in Sampit and Seruyan Area.

Dear My Diary...

More information that I found when I’m go there

I’m feel like coming to the rock era ...

It’s amazing and unbelievable because Indonesia now is 63 year’s was freedom

But they’re said.. I mean the local people said ... we are not freedom ...

Because we are still poor

And far away from the facilitation

No electric

No clean water

Dear My Diary...

What can I describe more to you what I’m fillings now?

Deep in my heart I’m cry for them

What can I do for them? ... Nothing...

I know, I cannot climb the rock together with them,

.. to found justice for them

But ... if the time right position with me... I know that time I will be there with them

Dear My Diary...

Some village I thing will be disappear...

I don’t know why ...

why "they’re" let it be happened with them?

Slowly ... I know... they will be gone

Nothing can we do next ...

Only the dust will be see all what happened

Dear My Diary ...

I stand up here...

My hair flying when the the cold wind touching me

My heart painting all what happened in there

Deep crying to them

Dear My Diary ...

Will be we are coming back to them?

Can we ?

I try to ask with my friend coming from others site

He told me something that make me sad

He cannot help us

I just ask can you help?

No we have standard procedure and bla blaaa blaaaa blaaaaaa

I don’t wanna working like it... I’m different ...

You know that.. don’t you?

Hey They’re is my people...

I will try as long as I can

Dear My Diary...

Rain will be coming there ..

I believe they still survive with their condition now...

But the question is... how long?

Can we understand after anything was gone??

When that time will coming...

they are loose all they’re are land live

Dear My Diary...

I saw in they’re eye...

They’re waiting something

But I don't know what

Maybe the Black hawk to help them go out from that hell

And sand told me They’re not a live.... they’re is zombie now

And they’re children don’t know what will be happened with them

No future.... no place for them...

Do we let them be like it?

I cannot....

I cannot sleep ...

I’m crying for them

What can I do ???

River

Lake

Forest

Land

Fish

Farm

Agriculture

Statue

Culture

Traditional Ceremony

Local people

Sing

Enggang Bird

Metal Wood

They are .... will be gone !!

Can we do something to save this please??

They smiling.... up down they’re crying... I know that... I Know...

Can we change it ?

Can we still have road to bridge this all?

I hope so much....

And I still have dreaming that time ...

And I believe it will be coming.

Can I ?

Sampit, 29 Pebruari 2008.

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