Aunty, actually since three days ago I wanted to write this letter. nothing special, but I wanted to share a little experience that I get after much leave father and aunt. two hours after we arrived at Jatisari district, a white pickup truck took us to their village, for 40 days, we must serve the real work of this project work.
Our number a total of 152 people. we split 19 groups according to the number of villages in this district. Me and my seven friends to get the most remote locations. the way we had to go through very difficult; rocky and pebbly, muddy, winding and up and down hills. Our car ride can not enter the village we were headed. a large river that overflowed with water blocking us. at that moment, I was getting desperate. overview village called Balonggandu it conjures up images of scary in my mind. in my life, only this time I feel like a flounder worm loose soil loss, pain caused by sunburn. black stones and large, moss, large trees and lush, the sound of the owl in the dark, quiet gripping and only provide an opportunity to voice streams, make my heart seemed to stop beating. I almost cried. I feel my world lost and stranded in a country that is very frightening; hell.
this is hell, my mind screamed. and for 40 days I will be tortured in this place.
if I do not remember that I came here because the task of the campus in order to meet graduation requirements one, probably since before I would turn away, hurry up and running, and then back at the touch of your love aunty. see the sights of this terrible stranger place, I felt a very deep longing to go home. although the city skies are increasingly filthy by pollution, noise and congestion as well as by evil and barbarism, a thousand times better than the place where I am now; like the sound of birds singing voice of death, gusts of wind that danced like a dancing ghost.
but what my powers aunty?
like it or not, I have to cross the river which is annoying. increased annoyance when I see the joy on the face of my friends. they do not seem to feel the horror I felt. they can enjoy this trip. they joked and laughed and teased me endlessly. I was not tempted, even more annoyed with them.
one hour less, we have entered a village called Balonggandu. aunty could imagine how mess myself when my legs are stepped up the village street. my face is definitely a mess. I take a tissue that has run out. whole body feels pain and sweat. I wanted to pass it rather than forcing my legs to move.
aunty, I was really despairing. I’m going home. I’ll go from this village. I better not finish college rather than stepping on the village like this; horrible village of its own shadow.
my eyes dizzy. a few seconds longer I would have fainted ….
however, my aunt, my fears somehow slowly recovered. probably because some of the time we get into the village, the villagers lined up to welcome us. their faces were friendly without artificial. old people, children, youths and girls. they welcomed us and say welcome. We in their eyes are like a group of officials who have never met them before.
the village headman and the staff immediately brought us to the village hall, and followed by the villagers. I forgot my despair. forget the aches and pains all over my body. Our luggage was brought by villagers voluntarily. welcoming party at the moment started.
when I write this, I have lived three days with Balonggandu villagers. action plans we have been completed arrange. We have begun to execute them. I hope that this would be a good start for us, especially for me. only one desire now, hopefully I can blend with the village life.