Manger a tous les repas un gado-2 ou a chaque fois que tu veux parler, ya 10 gars qui crient hello mister?
Avoir envie de faire caca au cafe queen ou dormir une semaine avec un Durian dans ton lit?
Faire du camping pendant une semaine a mall Ambassador ou faire un footing a 18h le long de Rasuna Said ?
Nager dans le ruisseau de Rasuna ou Prendre le Viagra vendu dans les tokos de Kota ?
Passer une apres-midi complete au Stadium ou sur la plage d'Ancol ?
Toute ta vie avoir un orang outang accroche a ta jambe, ou toute ta vie tu te balade avec un petit moustachu assis sur ton epaule ?
Devoir monter le Krakatau tous les matins pour prendre ton petit dej' ou devoir passer toutes tes soirees a Bekasi ?
Manger au kaki lima tous les repas ou avoir 5 jambes, ce qui doit pas etre pratique pour trouver des pantalons ?
Faire du jet ski a Ancol ou courir et te jeter contre un arbre ?
Te taper l'orteil contre la porte en allant pisser le matin ou passer la nuit a Pasar Mangis ?
Manger une pizza au My Bar ou boire une Bintang Zero devant Gueugnon – Sedan…en entier avec les prolongations ?
Faire le tour des 13 rivières qui sillonnent Jakarta ou pas prendre de douche pendant 8 ans ?
Manger un kilo de cabe ou boire 4 litres d'Anggur Hitam ?
Devoir habiter dans une maison de 7m2 au bord de la riviere ou conduire tous les jours une voiture decapotable de 15m de long dans les embouteillages sur Gatot Subroto?
Une blague de SZ ou une tasse de cafe froid?
Avoir un visa sosbud a renouveller tous les mois sans agent ou faire le tour de la ville en ojek derriere un kopaja puant ?
Te faire prendre en photo 10 fois par jour avec des indonesiens ou faire le trajet Kemang-Kota en bajaj ?
mardi 26 février 2008
Les "qu'est ce tu preferes" sur l'indonesie
Les pourquoi de l'Indonesie
Pourquoi les chats indonesiens ont un moignon a la place de la queue?
Pourquoi les chevaux indonesiens sont plus petits que nos anes mais les rats plus gros que nos lapins?
Pourquoi les gens sont ils si prompts a se revolter ponctuellement (erreurs d'arbitrage pdt un match de foot, querelle entre village, montee du prix de l'essence) mais si apathiques vis-a-vis des injustices pourtant si grandes dans ce pays?
Pourquoi il y a pleins de vaches et si peu de lait frais?
Pourquoi quand on mage un sate kambing on peut pas boire de biere apres?
Pourquoi la chiasse est elle si virulente dans ce pays?
Pourquoi est-ce acceptable de peter et roter en public en Indonesie? Ou plutot pourquoi les occidentaux s'offusquent d'un processus naturel auquel ils sont tous enclins?
Pourquoi personne n'est gene de prendre la derniere par du gateau?
Pourquoi les indos rigolent ils aussi facilement? Pourquoi ils peuvent rigoler 50 fois de la meme blague?
Pourquoi tant de moustaches? c'est pour un rapprochement culturel avec l'allemangne?
Pourquoi les gens pacaran sur des motos ? Pas de bancs publics dans ce pays ?
Pourquoi mettent il en route la chasse d'eau avant d'avoir fini de faire pipi ?
Pourquoi tant de drogues dans un pays ou il y a la peine de mort pour les dealers ?
Pourquoi les tokos concurrents s'installent ils pile les uns a cote des autres ?
Pourquoi il n'y a pas de Boulevard Victor Hugo a Jakarta ?
Pourquoi y a plein de gars qui marchent avec leur T-shirt remonte jusqu'aux aisselles ?
Pourquoi le karaoke ?
Pourquoi Bon Jovi ????
Pourquoi les marches de Borobudur et les trottoirs sont si hauts, alors que les gens sont tout petits ?
Pourquoi il fait si froid dans les bars, restaurants, et malls ? Une conspiration des vendeurs de laines et eleveurs de moutons Neo-Zelandais ?
Pourquoi les numeros des batiments ne suivent aucune logique ? C'est comme pour les numeros de telephone, on paie pour choisir le numero de sa maison ?
Pourquoi dit on en Indonesie que les femmes qui font mal le ménage se marieront avec un moustachu ?
Pourquoi sert-on les bieres dans des tasses pendant le mois de Ramhadan ? Prendrait on les gens pour des cons ?
Pourquoi le puter balik ?
Pourquoi n y a-t-il pas d espace vert a Jakarta ?
Pourquoi ils se jettent dans l ascenceur sans laisser les gens descendre alors qu’on est au RDC et qu ils devront de toutes facons attendre que tout le monde sorte avant que l ascenceur demarre ?
Pourquoi est-ce si mignon d entendre une indonesienne qui parle anglais avec un accent si specifique et tjs les memes fautes ?
Les “T’es plutot”
T'es plutot jablai ou kucing garong?
T'es plutot cafe queen ou dragon fly?
T'es plutot plage d'ancol ou taman menteng?
T'es plutot taman rasuna ou menteng executive?
T'es plutot vin rouge ou anggur hitam?
T'es plutot comics cafe ou sapi-derman?
T'es plutot bintang ou anker?
T'es plutot iwan falls ou unggu?
T’es plutot Stadium ou Mille’s ?
T’es plutot ayam goreng ou ayam bakar ?
T’es plutot Blue Bird ou Express ?
T’es plutot Top Gun ou My Bar?
T’es plutot Bali ou Lombok ?
T’es plutot Kijang ou APV ?
T’es plutot ojek ou bajaj ?
T’es plutot kopaja ou metro mini ?
T’es plutot dangdut ou musique balinaise ?
T’es plutot My Place ou Delta ?
T’es plutot Indonesienne ou Chinoise ?
T’es plutot Durian ou Jack fruit ?
T’es plutot Senayan City ou Ambassador ?
T'es plutot Mentari ou Simpati?
lundi 25 février 2008
Foule en transe, fait culturel
Mass trance afflicts Indonesian women, factory workers
Sun Feb 24, 2008 8:24pm EST
By Sunanda Creagh
"My older sister went down first. She was screaming and her body went rigid and she couldn't move. Then the spirit came into my body too," said Lina, who like many Indonesians has one name.
Reports of schoolchildren, young women and factory workers going into mass trances or speaking in tongues are common across
The phenomenon may provide an outlet for stress, some experts say. In many cultures, it is part of a religious or spiritual experience, whether in the voodoo trances of
Earlier this month, local news station Metro TV broadcast footage of 11 students and five teachers in a mass trance at a school in the central
Around 50 female workers at a garment factory in Tangerang, near
"Every society has some kind of culturally appropriate place for trance experiences, usually in religious settings," said Tanya Luhrmann, a
"There appears to be a contagion element to trance, but it really requires some kind of willingness on the part of the individual," she said in an emailed reply to questions, adding that this was the case even if it seemed unconscious or unwilled.
In trance, people can do and say things for which they are unlikely to be held responsible, which can be cathartic, particularly for weaker members of society, she said.
BALINESE TRANCE
Religion, education and development have done little to budge widespread acceptance of the supernatural among
"In
"We know that there are traditional trance dances in
Few Indonesians are comfortable discussing their trance experiences, but Lina, now 23, said she had been possessed many times in the past six years, always by the same djinn.
"Its face is exactly the same face as my older sister but the body is hard to make out. It calls my name but if I follow it, it disappears," she said.
Lina said that mass trances were so common at the cigarette factory in
Indonesian media reported a group trance among workers at Bentoel's cigarette factory in
"They told me that when it happened, they were sitting in a very long hall, working together in rows, rolling the cigarettes by hand," she said.
"They were working in silence. That's one of the requirements of a trance to happen -- it's usually quiet and when they are engaged in monotonous activity."
Suddenly, one of the workers started screaming and her body went stiff. The one next to her started crying and went stiff too. Others tried to help but soon they started too in a kind of domino effect.
A local Muslim leader was summoned, but his prayers had no effect. Eventually, the exhausted women fell asleep and when they awoke they remembered nothing.
VULNERABLE PERSONALITY
Hidajat concluded that the mass trance had more to do with exhaustion and stress than evil spirits.
She says that there were many common factors between the trance victims she interviewed.
"Often they are people who are very religious or under pressure. They were also from low socio-economic backgrounds and many said they didn't have happy childhoods," she said.
"All the trance dancers I met in
Eko Susanto Marsoeki, director of
"Usually this happens to people who had problems in their childhood and to people who are working too hard. It's a form of dissociation, a kind of hysteria," he said.
"They can't protest, but they can protest via a mass trance. So often it is a form of protest that will not be dealt with too harshly," he said.
When more than 30 high school students at Kalimantan's
During the morning flag-raising ceremony, one of the girls suddenly started screaming and couldn't move. Soon her friends joined in until more than 30 of them were screaming and fainting, the deputy principal Friskila told Reuters.
Some of the girls woke from the trance after a student played a Muslim prayer ring tone on her mobile phone. Others were taken by their parents to local witch doctors.
Friskila, however, favors a less superstitious explanation.
"They are bored, tired and then this happened, she said. They all got a day off school."
(Editing by Sara Webb and Megan Goldin)
dimanche 24 février 2008
"Mafia peradilan"
Legal Vultures Feast in Indonesia
DISCUSSING the frequently bewildering outcomes of their judicial system, Indonesians blithely refer to the "court mafia", those involved in the organised practice of auctioning off justice to the highest bidder.
The most senior judge in the land, Constitutional Court chief Jimly Asshiddiqie, goes further, likening participants in the legal system to vultures — feeding on the unfortunates who fall into their clutches.
"Judicial corruption is one of our big problems," he said in an unreported briefing of foreign diplomats and journalists last month. "In the country there is known to be a judicial mafia — in that system everyone 'squeezes'."
First the police "squeeze" those they arrest, demanding bribes, Judge Asshiddiqie said. "Then prosecutors squeeze the criminal.
"When he gets to court, the first man to squeeze is the registrar. And when he comes to the judges, they again squeeze the criminal, but they get only the bones."
Some of those bones belong to sweet-faced Ary, an ambitious 22-year-old who occasionally dropped by our home to practise English, hoping to find a cruise ship job.
Six months ago Ary was stopped outside a Jakarta cafe after buying a small packet of marijuana. Five police pounced, punching and kicking.
"First they asked me if I had anything valuable in my home," Ary said. "I asked why they did not arrest the dealer — he was two steps away."
One policeman spat in his face, yelling: "You are not human any more. You are an animal. You have no rights any more as a criminal."
At the police station the beatings continued, with police demanding names of others to arrest. "They were just hitting and hitting, saying they would charge me as a dealer."
Ary was stripped and forced to stand in a corner for hours. "Every time another policeman came by they would say 'new boy', and hit or kick me."
When Ary's mother arrived, police pointed to her bruised and bloodied son. If she paid $1000 the beatings would stop, the arresting officer said.
She agreed, although it amounted to all her savings. For another $10,000 he could be released, but she had no access to that sort of cash. The family had run a clothing business from their home, but lost everything in floods five years ago.
Ary was taken to a tiny cell, less than three metres square, along with 13 other prisoners. Several had also been caught in drugs stings, by police working in concert with dealers.
One motorbike rider said a prostitute neighbour had paid him $3 to pick up some putah (low-grade heroin). Police whipped him with electrical cable until he confessed to dealing.
In the next 50 days, police delayed filing charges against Ary, while they haggled with his mother. "They said a dealer can pay with the rest of his life," said Ary. "So you better pay."
About $500 was paid to reduce the amount of marijuana seized and ensure Ary was charged as a user, but he faced continual threats of years in jail.
One policeman said it would have been easier and cheaper if Ary had assaulted, even killed, someone. The new police chief is an anti-drugs crusader, but for the court mafia this represents a business opportunity, the chance to ask for bigger bribes with the threat of long sentences. Police finally reduced their demands to $5000, but could not guarantee Ary's charges would be dropped. The family began negotiating with the next people in the legal chain, the prosecutors.
"The prosecutors open this book in front of me," Ary said. "They said the punishment would be five years."
After selling belongings and borrowing from friends, Ary's mother gave $2000 for the prosecutors to reduce their sentence request to nine months.
Then she had to pay a $200 "appointment fee" to meet the judge. She handed over another $1000 and he complained the family had asked too many people to help so he would have to share it.
In a brief hearing, Ary received a nine-month sentence and was sent to Jakarta's Cipinang Prison. Inside, he had to fight for status in a harsh hierarchy. Here, too, everything came at a price. A visitor meant he had to pay $3 to leave his cell, a less crowded cell costs — $80 will buy a private room — and prisoners need $30 a month for food as the official rations are inedible.
Transvestites wander from cell to cell, offering themselves for a few dollars. Drugs and alcohol are freely available, said Ary, supplied by the guards.
Mysteriously, another $500 to prison officials saw Ary released three months early, but he is understandably cynical about the justice system. "Police, judges the courts, they are all the same, it's all about money," he said. "They are criminals in uniform."
Ary's name has been changed to protect him. (Source: The Age)
jeudi 14 février 2008
Dominos revisités (par L.S)
Nos potes sont revenus de leur trip au parc national de Tanjung Putih (Kalimantan) avec un nouveau jeu en poche, enfin un jeu vieux comme le monde - les dominos - mais avec une règle pas piquée des hannetons : tu peux pas jouer = tu prends une pince à linge sur ta peau ! Où tu veux, mais à même la peau bien sur. Oulala le road trip javanais s'annonçait follement excitant!!!
Ça a l’air de rien des pauvres pinces à linge, mais quand on dépasse les 25 pinces à linge sur l’intérieur du bras, ou qu’elles squattent depuis une demi-heure sur le lobe des oreilles, on fait moins le malin, et ça tend un peu – et la peau et les nerfs - et le cerveau - puisque naturellement, on s'abrutit à coups d'arak avec un jeu si intelligent..
C'est pas le jeu de l'année mais c’est rigolo et finalement pas loin d’être digne du pouilleux (le jeu de cartes, pour les incultes) avec la largesse en plus puisque tout le monde s’en prend et le sadisme en moins puisqu’on se les met tous seul. Et pis, économique, à 15 000 roupettes le sachet de pinces à linge, et plusieurs seribuh les dominos, et 50 000 la bouteille d'arak au bar, he ben on peut en passer des fins de soirées à dominoter!!
mercredi 13 février 2008
The ugly side of Indonesia's beautiful game
The ugly side of Indonesia's beautiful game
By: Antony Sutton
Thursday January 17, 2008Thursday morning saw the East Javanese city of Kediri counting the cost of hosting the Liga Indonesia Play Offs.
During the previous night’s clash between Arema Malang and Persiwa Wamena, Arema fans, incensed by officials disallowing three goals invaded the pitch after 70 minutes, attacked match officials and caused the game to be halted.
Officials and players ran for cover as supporters set fire to one goal, smashed up the other and went on an orgy of destruction. Another football match. Another riot.
Indonesians this morning glanced at the headlines, tut tutted and moved on. It’s not the first and it won’t be the last time football fans have dragged the game into the cesspit.
Football mirrors society. Turn on the nightly news here and you’ll see a brawl somewhere in the islands, people yelling, others waving their arms, police standing by helpless. Land, religion, jobs, anything is fair game. Football, with its notions of identity and its passion, is no exception.
There are two types of crowd disorder that afflict football here. One is the good old fashioned punch up that used to blight the terraces in England - home and away fans battering each other for the ‘pride’ of their team.
In independent Indonesia there is Unity in Diversity but everyone is Indonesian. Centuries of being Sundanese, Javanese, Bugis, Minangkabau were swept away by the founding fathers, but the ethnicity lives on and the terraces become the battleground.
Large traveling support is rare here. When it does happen there is a likelihood of trouble as home fans take offence to away fans on their turf. Recent examples included Persib Bandung traveling to PSS and Persita in large numbers with incidents both inside and outside the grounds marring the day. Persita’s Benteng Stadium backs on to the local government offices but plenty of rocks lie round and the home support took full advantage, lobbing them into the Persib fans for much of the game.
Responsibility for crowd behaviour rests with the Supporters’ clubs. They liaise with each other and make arrangements for travel. Close ties between Supporters’ officials can make games pass trouble free. Recently Persija traveled by train to Sidoarjo for a Copa tie. Some 300 fans traveled by train and were met along the way by fans of the local teams, PSIS and Persela who had arranged for there to be food and washing facilities. In Sidoarjo the local fans welcomed the visitors and the game passed off without a hitch.
Occasionally when there is a high risk fixture, fans take the decision not to travel. The recent fixture between Persebaya and Arema is an example. With Arema needing points to qualify for the Play Offs, and Persebaya being their bitterest foes, the decision was made not to make the short journey so as to avoid incidents. Likewise, Persib fans will never travel to the capital city of Jakarta and Persija fans will never make the journey to Bandung.
More common is the second type of disorder. This typically comes about when fans are disgruntled by events on the pitch. Usually the referee or some opposition player has done something to raise their ire and they start throwing plastic water bottles on to the pitch. Throwing bottles is less risky than throwing punches as they are less likely to be returned. Play stops for a few moments as security personnel look on while Supporters’ club officials step in to cool tempers. Once the situation has calmed and players and officials feel less intimidated, play resumes.
In England, a number of factors combined to reduce incidents of hooliganism. Severe penalties, smarter policing, increased use of Close Circuit TV (CCTV), and improved, all seater stadiums have all played their part. So has increased home ownership. People with mortgages, or car loans or credit card debts, tend not to riot as they have too much to lose.
Kids who go to football in Indonesia don’t get credit cards, they don’t drive cars and they can’t get housing loans. If they get caught they have nothing to lose. But they don’t get caught. They may, at worst, be stuck in a cell for a few days. There won’t be court, there won’t be detention centres, it’s all too much paper work.
Moviemaker and Persija fan Andibachtiar Yusuf was once arrested by the police at a game between PSM and Persebaya. After a couple of days in the cells he was released without charge. Irlan, who strongly featured in the documentary ‘The Jak’ about Persija fans, was once arrested for hitting a policeman at a local derby with Persitara. After six days in the cells he paid a ‘fine’ and was sent on his way.
Getting on the pitch for the determined fan is easy. Police stand idly by and watch. At the end of every Persija home game, kids scale the fences to get on the pitch and mob their heroes. At some stadiums wire mesh is all that keeps fans from the pitch. The stadiums are government owned and starved of investment, crumbling terraces back onto stone filled car parks or waste ground which are a wannabe hooligan’s delight.
At the end of the day there are people who enjoy smashing things or people up. As one of the goals blazed at the Brawijaya Stadium in Kediri, a few Arema fans walked on to the pitch, grinned at the TV cameras and gave the thumbs up. They enjoyed seeing the linesman pole axed, they enjoyed seeing one of their own run 50 metres and punch another linesman. They enjoyed smashing up the trains on the way home. It’s mindless violence and they don’t mind because they don’t pay.
Like in England, there is no quick fix to the Indonesia’s problems of crowd trouble. Fighting the thugs will need everyone, politicians, police, football and the fans working closely together and it will need firm, decisive leadership.
Sadly, there is no sign of either on the horizon.
Le foot en Indonesie
Le foot en Indonesie
“Sepak Bola”, c’est le sport roi en Indonésie…en fait non c’est le badminton, le foot c’est un peu le Iznogood du sport, prétendant malchanceux au trône, dans un pays parmi les moins sportif au monde…
Ce qui m’a marque la première fois que j’ai vu la pub pour la Djarum League (1ere division indonésienne), c’est que la pub ne montre aucune action de jeu… uniquement les explosions de joie suivant les buts (je suppose, j’espère qu’ils ne courent pas dans tous les sens par ce qu’ils ont obtenu une touche) ou les explosions de colère suite a une décision litigieuse ou une vilaine faute d’un gros vilain.
Pourquoi donc ? J’ai compris en en regardant récemment mon premier match a la tele : Persija contre Persik si je ne m’abuse…en effet les actions de jeu sont sacrement inintéressantes… c’est encore plus chiant que de regarder un marathon Derrick ou un reportage sur l’industrie du slip en Alaska…aucun mouvement, les joueurs peuvent courir 5 minutes sans rencontrer d’adversaire, comme dans Olive et Tom… des gestes techniques réalisés avec ma foi très peu de technique…le seul intérêt, c’est les fautes, souvent très en retard et très vilaines, et les altercations, voire les chamailleries corporelles, qui viennent briser l’ennui, comme les ptits bouts de nichon qui apparaissent parfois dans certains episodes de Derrick…
Constat peu flateur donc, sur le niveau de jeu…pour résumer, les joueurs de la Djarum, c’est le physique de Laurent Paganeli avec le bagage technique et la finesse de Thierry Roland…
J’en profite pour décerner le soulier de plomb, que dis-je, soulier de cryptonite, a Patricio G., pour l’ensemble de son œuvre…
Pat’ représente a lui tout seul les carences budgétaires du championnat Indonésien…mis a part son manque de charisme et son look qui ne devrait guère rapporter en retombées marketing pour son club – un mélange entre Bjorn Borg et Bernard Menez – son rendement sur le terrain lève quelques interrogations…
Dans la Liga espagnole. On voit des enchaînements contrôle de la poitrine, crochet, frappe dans la lucarne…et bien avec Pat’ c’est : relance, perte de balle, vilaine faute, contestation auprès de l’arbitre, ralage dans sa barbe…
Le plus triste dans l’histoire, c’est que les joueurs sont payes par la ville/régence ou ils jouent, faute de sponsors intéressés…qu’ils doivent être heureux les contribuables de Bandung, de s’être vu offrir un soulier de cryptonite avec l’argent de leurs impôts…
A suivre, le hooliganisme en Indonesie...
mardi 12 février 2008
Kantor Imigrasi - Volume III - a l'aeroport
Ces 6 mois de visa sosbud sont vite passes, car comme disait SZ: "bon sang que le temps passe vite" – oui ca fait toujours bien de citer un Grand Monsieur de la chanson francaise dans ses revues.
Il me faut donc quitter le pays une semaine pour obtenir un nouveau visa, et comme Air Asia a ouvert une nouvelle ligne pas cher vers Bangkok, pourquoi ne pas aller passer une crazy week in the land of the free.
J'arrive donc a l'immigration, je pose mon billet et mon passeport sur le comptoir en repensant a ma derniere visite au Kantor Imigrasi…"qu'est-ce qu'ils ont pu me casser les sacs a jus de couilles", murmure-je (a l'Anggur Hitam) pour reprendre la pensee chamaree non pas de Pascal mais de Mr. J, autre grand penseur de son époque.
- Ah non, desole, on va etre oblige d'annuler votre ticket, il faut que vous retourniez au Kantor Imigrasi pour regulariser votre situation
- Regulariser ma situation? C'est-a-dire petit homme?
- Vous etes pas enregistre en tant qu'expat…
- Si si si nabot moustachu, j'ai une carte de l'ambassade et de la police
- Oui, mais au bout de 90 jours, il faut vous enregistrer a l'immigration en tant qu'etranger, s'enregistrer a l'amabssade et la police ca ne suffit pas...
- C'est vrai qu'a l'immigration ils doivent pas se douter que je suis etranger, mis a part le fait que je suis tout blanc et que je fais 2 metres, le fait que leur lieu de travail s'appelle l'immigration, ca a pas du les mettre sur la piste...
Je vais au Kantor imigrasi tous les mois, en prolongeant mon visa la troisieme fois, il ne leur ai pas venu a l'esprit la grande idee de m'enregistrer...voire de juste m'informer de l'obligation de s'enregistrer?
- Ben non, leur boulot c'est de prolonger ton visa, pas de t'ecrire une lettre d'enregistrement, meme si c'est la meme personne qui s'en occuppe
- si c'est illegal de rester en Indonesie sans cette lettre qui a l'air tres importante, comment se fait-ce qu'ils acceptent de prolonger mon visa sans la susdite lettre que tu vas te mettre dans l'anu?... et enfin, expliquez moi l'interet d'aller me faire enregistrer en tant qu'expat alors que mon sejour en Indonesie est fini et que je veux partir...il faut etre resident ici pour ne pas habiter ici?
- Ecoutes moi je te dis comment sont les regles et puis c'est tout, allez, files au Kantor Imigrasi
Pour faire court, il m'a finalement laisse passer, parce qu'il est gentil, mais si jamais son superieur l'apprend c'est lui qui va avoir des problemes, donc il faut que je sois reconnaissant...
Je terminerai en citant un certain Docteur Gynecologue de Sarcelles: "espece d'imbecile, tu te prends pour qui avec ton ton d'imbecile?"
jeudi 7 février 2008
Innocence (par CR)
Il avait notamment reçu l'honneur suprême de "dirigeant le plus corrompu des temps modernes", et n'a jamais été condamné pour les quelques 15 à 40 milliards de dollars d'aides humanitaires qu'il aurait détournées, ou les milliers de personnes qu'il a envoyées dans les cimetières lors des conflits au Timor.
Mais... L'Indonésie est en deuil.
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L'innocence... Ce mot qui vient tout de suite à l'esprit quand on parle de l'Indonésie...
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Et pour cause...
" - Il ne faut jamais allumer son téléphone dans l'avion !!
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Autre exemple, un jour où je mangeais avec une collègue à qui je demandais son avis sur un aquapark de Jakarta :
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Et enfin, le récit d'un expatrié (traduit par mes soins, le texte original est en bas du message). Tellement représentatif, tellement vrai, tellement beau, tellement... indonésien... :
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L'une des causes de cet état d'esprit innocent ? Peut-être un système éducatif qui n'incite pas vraiment à l'analyse de ce qu'on dit ou ce qu'on entend, qui n'encourage pas vraiment la prise de recul par rapport aux choses...
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Mall Ambassador, Jakarta
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(Version originale du récit traduit ci-dessus :)