The sun is hardly up in Bali and I read the newspapers on the net. About a the air crash that isn’t an air crash but a disaster caused by people, people blinded by an ideal that can never be worth it… There is no protection against bigots and other fanatics whom, without blinking an eye, not only renounce brotherhood, but fight it with hatred, without any respect for life, using everything possible at their disposal. There is no place of refuge where terrible news doesn’t reach us. Modern techniques force us daily to see our brother and sister, also, especially even, those in need – if we want to recognize… The world became so small that nationality is in fact of very minor importance. The need is so big that huge or small differences in how we see god, cannot be a reason to renounce the brotherhood that is, in fact, already in our genes. It is brotherhood that makes that we want to be close to the other, certainly to those in need.
Four people that are, in a way, closer to me than others are among the victims. Everybody knows someone, directly of via friends or relatives, who was murdered there in the Ukraine sky. Balinese are telling me that there were almost 200 Dutch citizens, 12 Indonesians and 2 Balinese on that plane. They are not the only ones that count nationalities I see in the newspapers. It irritates me. Almost 300 people died, and an enormous number of relatives and friends will have to live with an incomprehensible loss. That’s what it’s about.
Not much later the help arrives, she has bad news she says. I think I know what it is. It turns out different. Ketut, my landlord, died last night. He was ill for a while already but it seemed it was getting better and now this. It means a (temporary) burial the same day, the cremation will be much later. I belong there but during the very extensive ceremonies, my thoughts go back and forth, fly over that increasingly small world that, more than ever, makes brotherhood essential in life. No doubt it will be a very long way, it’s also the only way out of the wreckages in our world.
The help didn’t know whom to choose but ‘bapak’ (father, she means her husband) whispered a name in her ear. And that’s whom she choose, Jokowi. Bali is a bit of Jokowi land. The presidential elections; both candidates consider themselves heir of a former president, Soekarno and Suharto respectively. The fact that they both were dictators with a keen eye for their own interest… Time doesn’t only heal wounds, it makes forgetting easier as well. Prabowo, the candidate of the establishment, is favoured by those that want peace and order and by a number of fundamental Muslim groups that hope for an Islamic society. Not a surprise that he is not very popular in Bali, Bali being mainly Hindu. Jokowi, the man with a simple background, says he wants to clean up this corrupt society and, as a mayor and as a governor, he has shown some of that attitude already. The elite is threatened in their position. My driver of last week was of the opinion that they both won. Both of them claim victory on radio and tv. My remark that “of course” only one can really win didn’t land. The media were very clear about it, they both won. The final results will come out on July 22, counting votes takes a while, also because of many remote areas. I hope that no irregularities will occur, probably vain hope though. Already there are districts where not a single person voted Jokowi, in other districts considerably more votes were casted than there are voters. The richest man of the country, also politician whom caused a disaster near Probolingo that is still not solved, is doint what he can through his radio and TV-stations. To late I hope. Democracy is put to the test and that’s a risky adventure in one of the most corrupt countries in the world. That (potential) dictators are cheating is not new, that they do it in the most stupid way possible not either I guess. A vague, semi legitimacy is enough for them, the rest they’ll arrange by other means.
Zoef was gone. For days I tried to let him walk next to me without a line. Not overdoing it, not on parts where ducks or chicken were expected. I went fine, till this week. Till the gate he was with me and then he was gone. In the dark I’ve been looking for him, calling his name (nice for the neighbours) but he didn’t show up. I assumed he went to the Pars and that the help would return him the next morning. Not so. Quite a while later Frans brought him back, tied to an extension wire since he didn’t have a proper line. ‘Dear Abby, my dog doesn’t love me anymore, what to do?’
The wedding of the daughter of W&P is postponed. A niece has her wedding in the same period and that already takes so much time and energy for offerings and ceremonies, the daughter will have to wait. It will probably be August. Not much later, she’s pregnant and getting married with a six months belly is not nice. Not that it is a problem to be seen pregnant, it’s quite normal in Bali. A Balinese friend once explained it with ‘you wouldn’t buy a car either when you’re not sure it can drive…’ How it goes with infertile men, I don’t know. A lot of fiancées, sure, but being bachelor forever is not an option either, looking at reincarnation.
Netanyahu goes on with bombing till he reaches his goal: restore peace. The philosophy of Hamas is not different. Now, I assume one can achieve quite a few things with bombs but peace, Mr Netanyahu, uh… no, peace is not available that way. And with that remark I don’t want to choose sides, this sort of sick thinking is done on both sides. Facebook is not willing to remove the page “Jews must die” just like that. It needs extra pressure to get them that far. “It’s not against our rules” is their first reaction. Nice, a nipple is removed immediately, real filth is not against the rules, can stay. Yes, finally they gave in. The page is removed. Were there morals are based on remains an enigma. Not on brotherhood I’d say.