I just realize that many years ago, particularly 43 years earlier from now this happened...yes exactly in March 1968.
My parents and I, we went back to a country I've never been and heard of.
Indonesia, a large archipalago in the south-east of Asia.
Beautiful islands some small others large. Rainforest and sandy beaches..a lot of these.
Destination, Medan in North Sumatera.
We flew thru Jakarta, stayed for a few days ..and then heading for medan.
A historical moment really.
I was 11 at that time...going to the fifth grate.
I couldn't really feel the connection between me and my classmates. Among all the students in my class I often felt like being abandoned and alone.
Those were the worst moments for me and for several months I felt myself quite stressed and fucked up but after years I finally can get along with the other students. Finished my elementry and secondairy highschool, haha yes I did it..with flying colors!!
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