Our house kampung humble, when we moved with motorcycles, guys and monkeys, was populated by a swarm 'spirits. The three-storey building had been slapped together with inferior materials and construction techniques shabby by a crooked contractor Batak, which is now shoveling coal into the lower parts (while getting his own underworld filled with trident by a red devil).
Hel, I do not care - I had a brand new home to four thousand dollars, and I possessed as much as any other Warga Negara Asing has property, which means "Zip", that all property in this beautiful Republic is firmly in the fingers of the charming Warga Negara Indonesia wife is the reason why it is better to play nice with it, buster.
Like my new neighbors, I was free of the danger of the wife or the owner, because all my neighbors and I were squatting on government land, living along the Ciliwung chocolate, and no of us have had the title of (shift constantly and erosion) bank we perch on. urban zoning rules stipulate that no party can build a structure within fifteen meters of the bank, but this is Indonesia, the rules are foldable, which is Condet, tragedy Cagar Budaya that used to be a cultural landmark of the old Betawi Jakarta, under the emotion-memory Governor Ali Sadikin, before being given the boot by the General Smile because it had become too popular for comfort. So today, one of just local fat Pak RW enough fuluus and assigned certain parasites surat ijin and building permit right now. Since the time Soeharto curiously late, we've all been repeatedly threatened with being given the boot as well as the city think about planning to consider the possibility of doing something significant about flooding.
Our little street is squiggled right between a cemetery and gargantuan waterway nasty frequently floods. This is the purpose and thrust of this maze test, winding along the Ciliwung meanders for this hack writer is seriously looking for someone or an organization to save a few deaths from said Dutch burial.
In fact, I love cemeteries. They are repositories of history and culture (and bones and worms). Whenever I travel, I always make a point to visit them. I remember a visit to the Chinese cemetery in Bandar Lampung, where there were large buildings that have cost more than my house in ruins, with a small photo ceramic of a girl killed in a car accident in age of 17, or a black-and-white blur shot of a grandmother in the middle still looking muttering as she counted the Rupiah in the afterlife. Fabulous architecture, nobly situated in Lampung port, with a view to die, so to speak.
Back to my cemetery - no, I will invite you to an above-ground tour. My first visit there I was taken by the cheerful gravediggers just above a grassy knoll next to the center, to see kuburan Belanda ( Dutch graves ), which is the highlight this test, if I ever get around to it.
proudly Placed between all the little bad luck graves Betawi yang ko'it were two plots covered with algae, pushed byside containing Dutch nationals undoubtedly important, held by a thick slab engraved with a will. I looked around and found six of these eminences Dutch, but the engraved inscription was scratched four, one more collapsed inward, leaving only one stalwart Nederlander taking a nap dirt.
In letters finely chopped 15cm high, its inscription reads:
rustplaats
van
Tjalling ament
geboren you DOKUM
op den 3 den December 1801
Gestorven batavia you
op den 16 den januarij 1870
salvation was een liefderijk
echtgenot
in vader
Trouw in ijverig ambtenaar
der .ch-indische
regering
as my trusty . Translate translated as:
resting place of Tjalling ament
born in DOKUM the
3rd December 1801
died in batavia
January 16, 1870
he was a loving husband
father afectionate
a
oficer diligent and faithful of the Netherlands
Government of India
Dokkum is a Dutch fortified town in the municipality of Dongeradeel in the province of Friesland with 13.145 inhabitants, from 2006 the fortifications of Dokkum are well preserved and are known bolwerken .
Now here's the deal. Meneer Ament really needs to be rescued before local authorities Condet, succumbing to mampus The pressure of the population of the cemetery, Chuck him and his beautiful chiseled slab in the Ciliwung (Condet quickly fills the edge). What he needs is to be escorted to a spacious place to rest.
Oh, and ghosts-a-swarming around my palazzo tipping? I did not tell you about the horrible shades infesting my new home when I moved in? Is this meander cultural attraction that many?
Well, it may have to do with the popular belief in the West that among my spirits do not like to cross the water for any spiritual reason they might harbor. And our way, Gang Balai Rakyat is pressed right in between that river and said memorial garden.
But the ghosts infest my place skedaddled like bats over hell when we moved in, loudly, loudly, men and crows and monkeys and motorcycles, livestock day and night the 'hell. These ghosts can not take the racket. Why else do you think the Chinese smart set off firecrackers and bang pots and pans for the New Year? Lost wraiths cemetery. You're not funny.