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Fun Project

Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen.How are you today? Reporting live from Goettingen, the weather is nice today, without snow but minus seven. And I'm still having a jetlag. Great.
So, yesterday was all the way sleeping day. I couldn't event remember the time I was awake or sleeping. After a long journey from Bogor to Goettingen (let me inform you, 3 hours bus riding from Bogor to SoeTa airport, 6 hours waiting in the airport, 8 hours flight from Cengkareng to Dubai, 5 hours transit, 7 hours flight from Dubai to Hamburg, and 2 hours in train to Goettingen), I can't feel my bones. So tired and cold, man. Imagine, 30 degree celcius to minus something. I believe my body is struggling to adapt this temperature, with the help of room heater, warm pants, double shirts and jacket, plus warm socks, and blanket.
Man, I am so starving. I don't have much food in my room (I kind of evacuated them before leaving for Bogor in early January), but good thing my friend invites me for lunch today. Thank you, Anju.
Sunday in Germany is gloomy day coz no stores open, so I couldn't do groceries. I have to wait till tomorrow. But at least I could shop online the jacket I want (Oh, my illness of consumerism. I really need to be cured. Help!).
Okay, let me tell you about the thing I did this last three weeks.As you know, my class had a field project and it is in Gunung Walat, Sukabumi. This forest is an educational forest of Faculty of Forestry IPB. Since I was the only Indonesian in this group, so automatically I became sort of the "mother" of these 13 "adult" children. I was so happy and grateful that Koh Hun Bun helped me a lot in arranging some things (especially transportation stuff) while we were in Bogor. Otherwise, I was doomed. Love you, man!
In short, we had new year's eve in Dubai, hardly felt it. Just the chill of the air conditioned area and lack of sleep. So new year was just waiting for boarding. Then hours later we arrived in SoeTa airport, around 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Doing this and that (exchanging euro to rupiah, finding place to eat, helping people to find rest room ect), then we took DAMRI to Bogor. First, I thought everyone would (still) be excited to see the face of Jakarta in a glance, but everyone was sleeping until we reached Baranangsiang. We booked guesthouse Landhuis in IPB Dramaga campus and we went there by angkot. Oh yeah, those foreign people had to taste the delightful bumps and honks of angkot of Bogor. Not to mention the traffic. Marvelous.
Anyway, we "rented" 3 angkot (Koh Hun Bun kept the driver's phone number so anythime we wanted the service, we just made a call) and we went to the guesthouse. To tell you the truth, it was also my first time to IPB Dramaga, so I was as lost as them.
The next day, we went to Botanical Garden. Such a lovely day. My friends were becoming target of interview by the students there...hehe. They were surrounded and asked so many questions, and pictures of course. What a celebrity life. January 3rd in the morning, we went to campus and made a presentation about what we would do in Gunung Walat forest for 3 weeks. In the afternoon, we moved to Gunung Walat, which theoritically only 2 hours from Bogor, but practically was 4 hours. The traffic was just hectic, man. After all these years, I now realize that some places in Indonesia is really, I mean really really, overpopulated. Dude, so many people and so many vehicles. Comparing it to Goettingen, it's like chess vs football game. Quiet vs Riot.
Anyway, when we arrived in Gunung Walat (the road to go the basecamp was just up and down, sharp), the staffs welcame us with a very nice dinner, music and luggage assistance. Really nice. Just from the first impression, I thought we would love to be in this place.And you know what, we did loved staying there. The people in the management were really helpful, the students were always available to help and the food was magnificent. Good thing was, my friends, regardless their previous diet, they enjoyed the meal. Some were even too enjoying (four to six chicken per meal, that's wow...hehe).
To summarize the days we had in Gunung Walat, I'd tell you that it was full of works, fun, tiresome arguments (hey, living for 3 weeks with different characters could be a soap opera, man), and growing friendship. I had some hard time too, as the mother goose, meeting all demands was not easy and sometimes I reached my patience limit. Sorry about that. But all in all, we were all okay.At least most of us got a chance to have vacations (Jakarta tour, Safari park trip and Pelabuhan Ratu beach). Oh, happy days.
Last January 27th, we were again in IPB campus to do a presentation about our results in Gunung Walat. It was a great presentation (I was one of the three presenters, eventhough my English was scattered, ahem) and everyone seemed so enthusiastic about it. Hopefully our works contribute something to the development of Gunung Walat Educational Forest, and let the coorperation continues in the future. Amin.
Well, that's all I can tell in general.We will miss the moments of Gunung Walat (especially the farewel party when everyone shaked their bodies for the whole night, dangdutaaaaan...!)Thank you for all who makes this field work runs really well.
Okay, now I am really starving. I will get ready to Anju's apartment (drooling already imagining food). See you again, my friends.

Snow White

Hey, hey, hey.How are you all?Fine? Gooooood. Me too. Just a bit chubbier, but everything is fine. Not really. It's hard to get into my pants! Especially in this kind of weather when you have to wear layers of clothes like onion to keep you warm. Man, it's cold in here!I know that winter is biting. I understand that snow is freezing. But it doesn't really get you till you are surrounded by it. Yesterday I went to campus, to have exam (long days without proper sleep. Not because of exam, actually, but because I am still jet lag. Even after almost two weeks. Weird, I know). The snow was thick and the air was cold. The burden of mind thinking and memorizing the materials felt heavier than the triple layered clothes I was wearing. It usually takes me about 30 minutes to walk to campus (slowly), but yesterday it was more than 45 minutes. I stopped twice for breathing. Oh, this long winding road for achieving master degree certainly is an adventure. Iam sure I will miss such weather where everything looks so snowy white and gorgeous. But at this moment, I want sunshine!!Well, anyway, I did the exam, and hopefully I did well. Still have one more to go and I will be going back to Indonesia. To Bogor, precisely. You remember when I told you my classmates and I would go to Jogja for a field project. It was cancelled. Yeah, I know, I am sad too. But, Merapi found the perfect time to say hello. We couldn't do anything about it. And you know what, I got the information that the field project was cancelled less than 24 hours before my flight. So, between losing the ticket and seeing my family, I chose the second one. Then I came back here with my own money :(. At least I had a wonderful one month moment with my cute niece. She's really something. I am so amazed how baby grows. She talks more now, sings more, dances more, and certainly imitates people more. She even knows how to turn the DVD player on and off, change one DVD to another DVD. And she's two years old. The favorite films so far were Ipin & Upin, Bernard Bear and Little Krishna. Just for information, I love Bernard Bear. Even before I went to Goettingen, like one year ago, I have already had the DVDs. So, my niece and I shared the same value. And we danced together in every opening title of that silly bear. One other thing that is common between us, she liked to memorize commercials, and I did too. Adorable.Hmmmhh... miss home.Oh, almost forget. Two days ago was my second anniversary. And again, still long distance, but I am really grateful that we are stronger and full of loooooove...hehe. Happy second anniversary, Koh Hun Bun. Ich liebe dich.

On Fire

Hello...Oh, it's been a long time not seeing you all. Right now, I watch one of tv station from the internet, checking out newest report on Merapi eruption. Since big explosion on 26 October 2010, it's still "on fire". Such thrilling event. Hopefully things are getting better soon. You know what, this Saturday I will go to Indonesia, Jogjakarta in specific. My class will have field project for a month there. They'll come next week. I really hope everything will be okay and having a safe journey. Amiiiin. Our thoughts and prayers for Indonesia.

Paris vs Pee-ris

Hello, how are you?
Guess where I've been last weekend. Yup. Paris, the City of Love. Riiiiiiight.
What I am telling you maybe a bit different than what you expected. Even what I expected. But that's what I experienced. Maybe it's just another face of Paris, and it's certainly not the "lovely" part. But at least I found a great thing, one great thing.
Three of us - my friend Anne, Ira and myself went to Paris on 20 - 22 August 2010 by Rainbow tour bus. First fact, none of us had been to Paris. Second, we took the tour without program (cheapest one, 69 euro) - meant that we would be dropped in one place and we would have our own tour. They just gave us the map. Third, it's fasting month, so for me and Ira it would be another challenge.
Well, at least before I went, my friend Ratna gave me some clues and pointers on how we would do the tour. Basically, we might get lost but we would be lost together. So, no problem.
The trip from Hannover to Paris took about ten hours, starting 8 p.m. I broke my fasting and had sahur on the bus. The long trip certainly made my bones crampped here and there.

Straight to the tour. In the morning, before they dropped us, we passed a place called red city. It's where movies Moulin Rouge and Amelie took place. I even saw the Moulin Rouge itself. You know, at night maybe this street looks bright and glamorous and such, but during the day..ahem..not so much. It was even gloomy. It's like when you meet a beautiful lady with a load of make up and shinny outfit on the stage during night, where you feel amazed and intoxicated. But after the show, when she removes her make up and costumes, you just see an aging lady with wrinkles, tired and need a break or vacation to rejuvenate her spirit.
Or maybe I just make the wrong analogy.

So, we were then taken to Sacre Coeur. It's white church which looked like a mosque. That's how I saw it. It' s indeed very beautiful. It's sitting on a high place, looked so grand and amazing. Too bad it was not well cleaned, the surrounding, I mean. First time I went up to the stairs, the smell hit me hard. Someone peed in this place. No, some people. Coz the smell was everywhere. Oh, man. Not only that. Garbage scattered around. Hey hey hey...
My friend started to compare Paris to Deutschland, or at least Goettingen. You would not find such dirty scene in Deutschland, she said. This is a holly place and it shouldn't be dirty, she added. I nodded while keeping my nose closed due to the strong smell. Some people really need diapers.
Question raised, is this Paris or Pee-ris?

Oh yeah, before we go far, we had company for this "lost in translation" tour. His name is Carlos, a mexican boy (he just graduated from high school) and fortunately could speak French. We heard not so many people in Paris (want to) speak English, so we brought him along. He was alone anyway. So it's kind of win win solution.
We made a discussion about the route we would take in one of spot which didn't smell like toilet. We read the map and the metro - subway - directions. After this place, we decided to go to Louvre Museum.

If you think the only place that smells pee is Sacre Coeur yard, think again. Even in the subway, we smell that. Isn't lovely? Then the comparison between Paris and Deutschland was on again. The subway train, called Metro, is one of busiest transportation in town. They comes about every three minutes to six. And many people were on them. We suspect they were full of tourists, just like us coz we heard different languages and people with maps. Moreover it was weekend.
We arrived in Louvre Museum, the place where Robert Langdon of the Da Vinci Code started and ended his investigation. This museum was indeed so big and beautiful. We didn't buy ticket to enter the museum, just peeping from the glass the arts of the world there and walked through the door to the glass pyramids outside for pictures.
The beautiful things about this museum, you will find in websites or brochure. I will tell you "other" scenery. I thought only in Indonesia where some people sell things directly to customers. But hey, here around Louvre, we met some men offering cold mineral water for one euro with that specific selling tone, "one euro..one euro..one euro". And there's alternative beggars. These beggars - mostly women, were one step higher than the common ones, because the bring cards with many languages, depends on your nationality. When you speak English, they show you the card of, for instance "Please give me money, my mother is in hospital". When you speak other languange, they will show you the other card. I really wanted to speak javanese to her, so that she would make a new card. But, I was too busy taking pictures, so I ignored. Sorry.

It was hot sunny day and I began to feel thirsty. And oh we still had a whole day. Would I be strong enough? My friend Anne had already some problem with the heat. Her skin started to itch and her eye was a bit swollen. Good thing Ira brought medical equipments with her.
Next stop we went to Notre Dame. Oh, I almost forget. We went everywhere with metro. We bought one day ticket. It was actually 9.9 euro for adult. But since Carlos bought it for us, and the ticket guy thought all of us were under 26 years old, we got cheaper price. It's like 3.40 euro per person. Yaaaay...!

Back to Notre Dame. In this fierce temperature, many people were lining up to get to the church and climb up. The queue was even reached to the entrance. Our goal was photo shoot, so we didn't bother to get in. Reaching to the next agenda, lunch in the park, we went back to Tuilerie garden. This garden was like heaven for kids coz there were plenty of rides here, from carousel, ferris wheel, boom boom car, ect. And for the adults, mostly they enjoyed sitting under the trees, in the shadow due to the heat.
We looked for a seat under one of the maple trees in this artificial forest. Oh, what a relief to get a breeze. Combination of lack of sleep, tiredness, hunger and thirst, Ira and I began to feel sleepy, while Carlos and Anne had their lunch.
The idea of Paris tour in one day on foot sounded a bit ridiculous then. Yes, you can go to most places for short period of time, but you'll get broken legs after that. But, we were survivors. We could handle it. So, we moved again after got some rest.

Now, we were leading to Arc de Triomphe, the center of Place Charles de Gaulle. It's that big gate which led to one of the famous street, Champs de Elysees. This street is full of luxurious expensive butiques which we, common people, find it difficult to understand how they come to such crazy price. A 1,500 euro jacket is a joke, for me. I'd better use the money for a down payment of house mortgage.
Anyway, we did wanted to walk down along this sophisticated avenue, but you know what, due to our misreading the map, we took the very opposite street. Yup. And what we saw were only Honda, Yamaha and other autoshops. We realized that we were in the wrong place when we reached Palais des Congress, a big show-case for social, economic and culutral activities that we thought a mal. We went there anyway, just to find restroom. I needed to answer mother nature call. Actually, we have tried to look for toilet along the way. But here in Paris, we should be a customer of restaurant to get into the toilet, otherwise it's a no no eventhough on the street there's a sign of "toilet 50 m". But, at least in that Palais des Congress I found clean, beautiful restroom where I cound freshen up, and not rejected by waiter or receptionist. Hah!

Going to Paris without seeing Eiffel is not official. So we went. Many tourists were there. Literally. And street vendors were everywhere, mostly african people and arab (the faces look like ones). I wonder where the real Parisians are.
The Eiffel tower. Very famous monument where lovers go, women/men proposed, couple get married. Those wonderful drama. But here from the back (we, again, made a different turn), the view was not that dramatic. Beside the pee smell, the grass field was full of trashes. Looks like football field after the match where spectators left their stuffs. There are two explanations possible for this. One is, too many people - tourists that are reckless and not aware of the importance of cleanliness, or two, the city doesn't really care. For me, it's both. To clean such large landmark, we need good equipment. Harry Potter's broom is not sufficient to get rid of those garbage, but yet, that's what I saw. They still use that broom. It's surely great if it's the real Harry Potter's coz it can do magical stuffs and surely will clean very fast, but unfortunately not.
In Deustchland they have machine to sweep the street and people picking up trashes, but here? Ah, I am really dissapointed. Where do the money from the tourist go? Anne, again, did a comparison. I think the more we see and go, the more the comparison..hehe.

It is said on the train station that the one day ticket valid up to 5.30 p.m. And it was around 7 p.m already. Gambling, we punched the ticket to the machine when we went back to Champs de Elysee. It passed. Yes, so we didn't need to buy new ticket.
Since the first stop, I was the map reader, but after Eiffel, my battery was low, only 30% left. Ira joined the group of not fasting, by nature, so when I heard they ate juicy apples, I was in pain... Ira then became the next reader. I just hope I could end this day with glory of fasting after such long, hot, tiring journey.

We reached the meeting point for going home, Petit Palais. For your information, we would go back to Germany at 00.30 a.m. We actually subscribed for Paris in light tour at 11.30 p.m, to see Paris at night. Since it was still some hours to go, we decided to have dinner, and specially for me, breaking fasting. We stayed in the park up to 8.15 p.m near Petit Palais, and went for the meal nearby. This place was actually full of cafes and restaurants, but the price..oh..expensive. We walked and walked in desperation, until we saw a big letter M in yellow light. Oh, thank God, McDonald! I had been imagining ice cream all day. Sunday chocolate melting in my tongue... oh, yum yum.
Well, guess what, that M thing was a mistake. You can imagine how dissapointed and feeling silly we were when we realized it was a logo for Metro, not burger-fried chicken-french fries McDonald!

We had to walk again and I was nearly crying of hunger and thirst. Evey place seemed expensive and we didn't have anymore energy. We then decided to take japanese food. After queueing for a while, we got a table in a japanese restaurant with real japanese young men running it. This, is actually the great thing I mentioned above. Not the monuments, the artistic bulidings, the famous landmark. It's the eating tamagoyaki and chicken gyoza that really made my day.
They were super delicious (perhaps my fasting added more flavour to them). All the pain went away when the food crushed in my mouth. Plus, we got to use the toilet after that. Oh, heaven...

At 11.30 p.m we join the last tour, Paris at night. We were supposed to see some beautiful buildings in light during the trip. We even had chance to go out for photo shoot in some stops. But you know what? Once we sat on the bus, we slept. Yup. All the way. Paris at night was just a dream...P.S. My friend did saw men peeing behind the trees and found (don't imagine) poo on one of subway tunnel.. Eww...

Fast and Fabulous

Hello, Everyone...
Let's see... it has been a year since I came to Goettingen. Life is pretty fast, isn't it? Amazing.
This month is also my second time to have Ramadhan here. Yup, fasting for like 16 to 17 hours, starting Wednesday, 11 August 2010. Such a Detox, I would say...
Well, I wish you have a great Ramadhan month and enjoy..!

Thunder storm

Hi.
This is a bad weekend.
I don't like "exploiting" negative stuffs in my blog, but this one is nasty indeed.
I am talking about chain of people. One breaks, the others affected.
Selfishness is poison.
And sometimes I am really tired to care when one is so self-oriented.
I will just do my best to make things run the way they should be.
When it's beyond me, then I just stand in my position of taking care more important business and priorities.
My energy is far more valuable for positive things than depressing myself to the mud of irritation.
Thunder and storm will end somehow.
Be strong and cheer up!

P.S. The Cosby Show is good for a mood medication indeed.

July oh July

Examination month. Lots of reading. Stress. Irregular sleeping time. Hot sunny day. Burning brain.
I will survive.

Touring

Hi, everyone. Long time no see, huh? Miss me? Hehehe.
For the last couple weeks, I had some excursions. For the lectures, for the fun, and for the official meeting. So, in short, I was going around.
It was really nice, of course. From walking in the forest, digging soils, hiking, sliding in the salt mine (underground), to riding big boat along the coast. For photo freak like me, it is indeed collecting pictures time.
So many things to tell that makes me difficult to begin. So I just skip this part. Hahaha.
So, what's new?
World Cup has begun. Are you in football fever? I am not. My World Cup fever was when I was in High School and when I was in Jogja. Remember, joining the neighbors to see the game at night in big screen on the corner of the alley? And it's even not the game that I liked, just simply admiring the gorgeous players..hahaha. I know.
Well, I guess that's all for today.
Oh, wait. I have good thing to tell you. Last Tuesday, there was an international party for TIF and Sufonama students. It was in the old Botanical Garden, near Zentrum. In the invitation it was said that we were suggested to wear our traditional clothes.
Okay then. We did (I mean my Indonesian friend and I). First, I was thinking of wearing batik, but then she persuaded me to wear my Peacock dance costumes. She would wear her Bali dance costumes. And you can imagine how hectic wearing such costumes which were full of accessories. We wore the clothes in the toilet in the cafe of Botanical Garden. With many people passing by to go to the toilet, wondering what we did, even went back out - thinking they came to the wrong room, we had to explain what happened and pleased them to come to the toilet. Some were amazed and praising our beautiful clothes, some just giving weird looks. Two other Indonesian friends helped us, otherwise it was impossible to wear the clothes.
When we got out from the toilet, we became the beautiful princess (we wished). Some people in the cafe took our pictures and even posed together..hehe.
So, that's not the real fun. The surprise was, other people in the party didn't w ear traditional clothes. They were just wearing casual t-shirts and jins, or skirt or blouse.
Good.
So, we're like lost circus member...hehe. But they liked our costumes and took a lot of pictures. And we were indeed beautiful (just nod, don't deny).
Good thing, in the next two hours, some other people came, colleagues from Nepal and Philippines. They wore traditional clothes, so, we were safe. Oh, happy day.

Lucky Me

Hi.
You remember the big black dog that ate my pepes? I was with her yesterday. Yes, it's not a male dog as I thought, it's female dog, named Lucky. And I spent the whole day with her. A whole day!
As I told you before, she's my professor's dog. And yesterday we had an excursion. I was conscious that there would be a possibility he would bring the dog and it made me worried. And he did bring the dog.

I have this fear of dog started when I was in elementary school. Almost everyday, in the afternoon, I went to my friend's house to play. Her neighbour had two big dogs, one black dog name Ringgo, and the other brown yellowish dog named Belly. Ringgo was okay, it didn't bark a lot and didn't go to people often. Belly was the opposite.
So, everytime I passed that house, I prayed that the dogs would be inside the house. Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't. Usually they were in the yard when my time to go home. I often asked my friend to take me half way, because she went along better with dogs so she could protect me. But, one day, I was by myself and Belly was on the street. I prayed and I prayed that it would ignore me, but it didn't. It came close to me, barking, and I was freaked out. I walked faster, it did the same thing. Next thing I knew I was running and it ran after me. And at one point I jumped over sand pile and fell down and the dog got me. I didn't really remember if the dog bit me not, but the fear was so intense that I like lost half of my soul. I was so scared to death.
Since then, everytime a dog comes near me, I freaked out.
Here in forestry faculty in Goettingen, many people - students or lectures - bring dogs to campus, to class, to library, to their rooms. They say, especially in forestry faculty, it's normal thing to do that. It's in line with hunting tradition which involve dogs as companion.
Most of the time, I could manage not meeting them. But here in campus, it's impossible. Some occasions I am with my friends, so I would ask them to be my shield or whatever. But sometimes I met them when I was alone, and I always got nervous and afraid all of sudden. If I could avoid, for example going to another direction, I would do it. I don't care if it takes longer distance and time, as long as I don't meet the dog, fine with me. If the dog is leased, I feel safer. If the dog is on the lose, I'd be crazy.
If I remember correctly, yesterday was the third time I cried because of dog. First was when my friend and I went home from last lecture. We saw two dogs running on the park and when we passed, one big dog came to us and did dog stuffs. I held my friend tight and shivered. I yelled "heeeeelp" till the owner came. I cried a little, but manage to hide it.Second one was on May 7th. We had excursion and the meeting place was in the parking lot near building 4. I was with some friends. When we chatted, suddenly a big dog came and went to each one of us. When it came to me, the fear ate me alive. Moreover it sniffed me and like poked me. I held my friend, hid my face behind her back and trembled like earthquake. My eyes were teary, my nose was runny. I couldn't help it. I was crying like little girl. My friends who didn't know I had such fear were surprised. How could I be afraid with dog? Chinese people ate dog, one of my friend said. It's so not the point, but I appreciated the will to help me overcome this fear. He then told story about his cousin who's afraid of chicken and he put bell on the chicken and so on. I was laughing and at the same time busy wiping my eyes and nose.And the third time was yesterday. We were gathering in front of building one. And there it went, that big black dog, or Lucky, came and met everyone, litteraly. I stood behind my friend for protection yet it still came to me, and yes, I became that poor little girl with runny eyes and nose. My professor saw me and he was a bit surprised too. He asked why I was afraid. Was I afraid that the dog would bite me? She didn't know how to do it, he said. They had baby in their house and the baby played with the dog and everything was okay.I know, I know. I understand that. It's just my silly fear of the creature that made me like this.So he said, in the end of the excursion I would be friend with Lucky. It would be my therapy.Okay.Actually, Lucky was very friendly dog. She liked to play. She listened to orders and was nice to everyone. My friends really liked her. They played with her all the day during excursion.But having her near me still gave me the jumpy heart or freezing moments. But, since I knew that there were people who could rescue me and of course the owner was nearby and kind-hearted, I felt a bit easier. In the end of the excursion, my professor asked me whether I would want to touch her. Since he was so nice, I would. But he had to make his dog sitting down and he would guard on the side and kept her head in front - not to my direction - then, okay, I touched her. From behind, on her back, and very quick.Well, the excursion was a success, and so was the therapy, he said.Hmm...At one point, it's a progress. Yes.But I am not sure the next time I meet dog, I would be better. Hope so... PS. Lucky likes hunting cat and afraid of rabbit.

May and Might

Hello, Everyone. How's the day going?
It's pretty gloomy here. Not much of sunlight lately and it's as cold as early winter. But, the scenery is certainly greener. Trees have their leaves back very fast. So nice.
Okay, what's the news?
It's a long holiday for this weekend, starting today untill Sunday. It's a christian holiday today, and on Friday it's actually working day, but since it's in between, it's decided to be free day too (even here there's Harpitnas - Hari Kejepit Nasional hahahaha..). Good for me, coz I can have a bit time to write new script. Before the schedule becomes crazier and exams approach, I'd better finish this one. Ganbatte..!!
Oh yeah, last Saturday, we had gathering for Indonesian people in Goettingen. The event was in Wilhemplatz 4 (Foyer International). The honoured guests were our Konjen in Hamburg and family and Education Attache in Berlin. Beside Indonesian food, local entertainment and the family chat, we had also a seminar about returning expert program. It's good information, indeed. And by the way, for the entertainment, one of the agenda was I danced. Hehehe..yup, Gambyong Pareanom, again. Since I couldn't do the make up and clothing, someone had to help me. If I did the make up alone, I would end up becoming Buto Cakil or his friends.
I ever tried to put a make up on and took pictures, then I showed to Koh Hun Bun. And you know what, he laughed out loud. Come on, man, I am learning. I know, I'm terrible in this.
But don't worry, I tortured him after that...hehe.
Anyway, this Saturday there will be a cultural event too, Mahatma Gandhi Hause Kulturnese. I think I might come. Some countries will perform their traditional music, dance and food. From Indonesia, some people will prepare peyek, klepon ect, plus Bali dance. We'll have another cultural event in June, maybe for this one I will join too. Saman dance, perhaps? Hope so.
Hey, another great news, in June there will be TIF excursion to Bavaria for couple days...yihaaa.. I love the name of Bavaria. Sounds cool. Somehow I imagine fairy tale in Mid Ages...
Can't wait to go...!
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