Couple months ago, i have been 'forced' by my boss to get some 'rest' from my office's work. She suggested me to stay in my native town for a month. I don't want to go home, but she though this 'rest' might be helped me to fix up my personal problems at work (and life).
I can't dealing with this situation at first, But still i went off Jakarta in early morning to my native town Banyuwangi.
Banyuwangi is the end of town from east Java province the opposite each other from Bali island. I almost forget the looks of my town was, but i can't forget a river called 'Kalisetail' . Located only 500 meter from my house, Kalisetail has a waterworks which is came from the mountain, the streaming can be heard far especially at night. The sounds of the river like a song. Intoxicated song. The sounds of Kalisetail can make you get your sleep sound without a pill! Kalisetail is multyply river, people can washing cloth,bath,swiming and pee there...hhmmm...but the water still looks clean and clear, so people started their activies everyday from the river for many many years. So, Kalisetail could be one of good reason why i should be happy to be coming home again.
But i'm wrong, that's Kalisetail 7 years ago.
Now, Kalisetail changed.
The water of the color now brown, in many side of the river i can see the heap of garbage..plastic,branch,glass...there are no children swimming around the river.
I seen people ruined their own village. My village!
WHY?!!
After one month i go back to Jakarta with many plan in my head.
No using plastic. Thinking twice for using paper. Never forget to switch off the lamp at night. Using water just a little.
For what? I don't know. I am just sad.
Saturday, 25 April 2009
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