1998. 9 years ago. I just reached 9. 5th grade of elementary school. That time, what should I care about? Father and mother expecting good marks on exams. Nagging little siblings (they were only 5 and 3, respectively). Organizing time to attend school, do homeworks, study for tests, and attending some additional courses (including English, Mandarin, and piano).

It all changed.. Beginning on May 12th.

No one in Jakarta can ever forget those days..

People died. People mourned. People got angry. People poured to the streets. People yelled. People shouted. People drew back in fear. People in euphoria. People in grief. People steal. People got stolen. People rape. People got raped. People fear. People flee. People cried. People laughed. People lost. People falling apart. People feeling powerless.

People with no hearts.

And people with hearts broken.

The mere 4 days in history that will change my life and point of view forever..

Even after 9 years, I still can’t understand why… Why us, why? Why? Tell us why…
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