15th Dec2012

Graduation & Goodbyes

by bunga

14 December 2012, yesterday, was the graduation day of ISS students. I was not part of the graduating batch, as I am actually in a two-years Mundus MAPP program with 10 other friends, but I was very keen to come back to The Hague… to say good bye and see you later to more than a hundred sisters and brothers from four different continents*.

I have been away for three months (the regular ISS program lasts for 15.5 months, Mundus MAPPers had to finish it in 12 months), but I feel I have missed them so much during my days in Budapest. Being back in the little town — compared with Budapest, The Hague is tiny — makes me nostalgic, remembering the first days in ISS, the anxiety in the first classes, the critical thinking infused in every discussion, the adaptation with different cultures and habits, the mindboggling group works, the hours spent in the library, the harsh wind and rain, the biking trip around the city, the picnic in spring, the cook-and-eat sessions with best friends, the laughter and the tears, the amazing people I now call family. Small, precious details which make me smile.

In the graduation, me along with the Mundus MAPPers were given no certificate, but a letter stating we’ve finished our year in ISS and the grades of the courses taken, put into a sad red plastic folder which screams THEY HAVEN’T GRADUATED YET! hahaha. The real graduates had their diploma certificates in sleek grey folders.

I will always cherish the days in ISS.

And now, back to work. I still have six months in CEU before returning home and be back to reality. But perhaps another picture of good ol’ ISS days should be put here — it was a spring (study) picnic in Clingendael, The Hague.

See you later in the upcoming reunions to come!

*unfortunately there was no student from Australia and Oceania in my batch — perhaps The Hague is way too far :)

19th Sep2012

Celebrating Slavery: Painting on the Dutch Queen’s Golden Carriage

by bunga

Yesterday, the gouden koets or golden carriage of the Dutch Queen, Beatrix, went through the streets of The Hague. It is an annual procession. The carriage is used by the Queen from her royal house to the parliament building, to speak in front of legislators.

The carriage was made in 1898 and the side panel has never been changed. The painting, titled ‘Tribute of the Colonies,’ features dark skinned people bowing to the white people, paying tributes to the majestic colonisers. In case you haven’t noticed, for several centuries the tiny Netherlands colonised what was called Dutch East Indies — now Indonesia — and various parts of Africa and America. The Dutch were all white back then (no coloured person was considered Dutch, of course), and the colonised ones were dark-skinned. In the picture, the dark people don’t seem to be bothered by the fact that they’re enslaved. Perhaps because the painter was the master, not the slave? :/

Give me everything you have, and I’ll give you this book. Aren’t I nice?

I first heard about it last year, when I interviewed Jeffry Pondaag, the Chair of Yayasan Komite Utang Kehormatan Belanda (yayasan K.U.K.B. / Dutch Foundation Committee Debts of Honor), for the Rawagede massacre lawsuit. The newspeg had already over so I did not write anything about it. However yesterday morning, Pondaag sent me an e-mail. Attached with it were a press release, a letter to the Prime Minister Mark Rutte and Queen Beatrix, and pictures of the carriage.

I wrote a short report about it for Tempo.

Personally, I still think it’s one of the loose ends that thorn the relationship of most ex-coloniser countries with their ex-colonies. Some people choose to not fuss about the past, but I believe it would be better if (bad) incidences of the past are recognised and embraced as lessons learnt to build a better future. Indonesia itself is far from perfect and still have to deal with a lot of human rights abuses which cost priceless lives, such as the anticommunist purge in the late 1960s, repression against the Acehnese and Papua people, the US-approved invasion to Timor Leste, as well as 1998 kidnappings and killings.

The letter to Rutte and Beatrix, in my opinion, is interesting and deserves to be read by many more people. Particularly, the part which states that the Netherlands now is not the one back then, that slavery and colonialism is now crime against humanity, that they should learn from the Germany, and that the panel should be kept inside of museum. So I pasted some parts of it below. And in case you need their contacts, I include their numbers at the end. Enjoy.

“Excellencies, Prime Minister, Ministers of the respective Departments and Members of the respective Commissions of the Second Chamber Committees of the Dutch Parliament

We: The National Platform Dutch Slavery Past and the Foundation Committee Honor of Debts, ask your attention for the following.

Soon, on September 18th the Golden Carriage will ride through the streets of the city of The Hague again. Thousands of Dutch citizens and tourists will visit the Royal residence again to catch a glimpse of the Queen and her relatives. The Queen will in turn ride again in her Golden Carriage: the symbol of the Dutch Monarchy wherein, through the painting on the Side Panel of the Carriage, the criminal colonial history of oppression and exploitation is being glorified.

In 2011, the National Platform Dutch Slavery Past and the Foundation Committee Debts of Honor, supported by the Members of Parliament: Harry van Bommel (Socialist Party/SP) and Mariko Peters (Greenleft/GL) made critical remarks regarding the painting on the Side Panel “Hulde der Koloniën” (Tribute to the Colonies) of the Golden Carriage. This, with great amazement of many Dutch people, including: politicians, intellectuals and journalists. The responses were very outraged. Some people have indicated that they never have noticed the painting before. Prime Minister Rutte mentioned the critical remarks “bizar”.

Some critics and historians have indicated that the offending painting on the Golden Carriage should be seen as expressions of a part of the legitimate Dutch history, for which a nation, which apparently is meant, white people, does not have to be ashamed. Meanwhile the people in the Netherlands are no longer ‘white’ civilians only. But they also consist of descendants of the victims of the Dutch Slave Trade, slavery and colonial Past.

The critical remarks in 2011 were also seen in the perspective of the “UN International Year for People of African descent” that was declared for 2011. We consider it as an excellent opportunity, within the frame of the UN Year, to bring up this issue of the Golden Carriage, into discussion. But also from the believe that the Netherlands as a civilized country, have transcended the stage of the Colonial Past and from the awareness of the Netherlands as a Multi-ethnic society, where the morals, standards and values deemed to have been changed. And for that reason there should be no place for the glorification of expressions which have their basis in racist ideologies, oppression and exploitation.

The signers of this current letter, on behalf of their constituencies, just like in 2011 deem, that in the time in which we are living now, the half-naked African and Indonesian men, women and children on the Side Panel, whereby they are offering goods to the ‘slaveholders’, which are produced through ‘slave labour’ is still inappropriate, insulting and disrespectful to the civilians of African and Indonesian origin in particular. It is offensive and disrespectful to all people of African and Indonesian descent anywhere in the world.

The Side Panel ‘Tribute to the Colonies’ is evoking strong counter-pressure for a large group of citizens in the Netherlands, both of African and Indonesian descent and other citizens of Good Will and solidarity. Every year that the Golden Carriage is riding with the relevant offending Side Panel, the painting evoked memories of a horrific period in Dutch history by maintaining the permanent indication, to the African and Indonesian community in the Netherlands, that they are and always have been inferior human beings.

Perhaps one of the reasons why the descendants of the Dutch despicable past still have not been offered apologies, while in 2001 (Final Resolution of the UN World Anti-Racism Conference in Durban / South Africa) The United Nations have declared all practices relating to the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade, Slavery and Colonialism as a crime against humanity.

The benefactors, the “Association of the People of Amsterdam’ (Vereeniging van het Amsterdamsche Volk’), could not have suspect in 1898, that 103 years later Slave Trade, Slavery and Colonialism would have been declared as crimes against humanity. In the colonial period and the aftermath of the Slave Trade and Slavery a picture as challenged indeed seemed to be quite common. The general civilization in the Netherlands: norms and values, was not in that stage to realize that oppression and exploitation of entire peoples were crimes. On that time there was no awareness that once the Netherlands should be a Multi-ethnic country.

As the Netherlands could take an example by the British Royal House it should be every reason to the Dutch Royal Family from the point of view of human rights and the human dignity in mind, to replace the offending painting on the Side Panel of the Golden Carriage by a painting which refers to the Dutch Multi-ethnic society.

In Germany, all expressions that glorified the crime against humanity are banished from public life. This says a lot about the level of civilization of a nation.

The Netherlands is 150 years too late!

Excellencies, Prime Minister, ministers and members of the respective Second Chamber Committees.

We are ready to think positively with you. We are ready to discuss with you about alternative painting for the offending Side Panel of the Golden Carriage. What we have in mind is a painting that portrays and reflects on the Multi-ethnic character of the Dutch society.

We are convinced that the launching of a national competition towards Dutch visual artists to develop an alternative painting, will realizes many good responses. Right now visual artists in the Netherlands but also from abroad are eager to contribute.

We ask for:
According to the Dutch Constitutional Law set out in ministerial responsibility, to contrive that:

- The painting on the Side Panel of the Golden Coach “Tribute to the Colonies”, which are expressions of the crimes against the African and Indonesian humanity, be removed;
- The offending Side Panel will be placed for instance in a Dutch museum where similar paintings, which refer to the Dutch colonial history are exhibited. This, in the belief that a Dutch museum is the best place where from the perspective of the education of the past and human rights education information on the Dutch Slave Trade, Slavery and Colonial Past and its effects can be provided;
- To discuss the ideas with Her Majesty the Queen in respect of the launching of a national competition, in which Dutch visual artists are call on to realize alternative ideas to replace the offending painting on the Golden Carriage.

We realize that because of the Dutch parliamentary elections it could be that between the sending and delivery of this letter, a different composition of Cabinet, Parliament and Second Chamber committees has took place. We assume that this correspondence will hand over to possible successors. We are looking forward to your response and an invitation to discuss other alternative ideas with you.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Drs. Barryl A. Biekman, National Platform Slavery:
+31 (0) 6 25 181 599
Mr. Jeffry M. Pondaag, Dutch Foundation Committee Debts of Honor
+31 (0) 6 38 613 795″

25th May2012

Gourmet Meals with the MPs

by bunga

My third day of covering Indonesian MPs was the busiest but also the best: I got a bonus to dine with them. Gourmet ones, truly not my usual student fare. I’m not accustomed on being an embedded journalist, so it’s kinda weird. But nice. Disclaimer: I don’t receive any advantage from the MPs other than the meal. And the news, of course, but it doesn’t count.

The lunch was served in the Writing Room of the old part of the parliament building. A glass of white wine accompanied the meals. JH ten Broeke, the dandy vice chairperson of Public Expenditure Committee of the Dutch parliament, opened the lunch with a toast.

Sumarjati Arjoso, the chairperson of Indonesian parliament’s Badan Akuntabilitas Keuangan Negara (State Finance Accountability Committee), said her part of the toast.

The appetiser was a strange fusion: tuna sashimi with filo pastry and wasabi.

The main course was superbly delicious! It was skewered roast fowl with salsa and stuffed potato. The fowl was very tender and went really well with the spicy salsa. I only left the skewer sticks behind. Everything else was moved into my stomach!

The dessert was nice, raspberry cake. Fluffy, sour and sweet.

Just like every seating arrangements that day, they put my name on the table. My name was misspelled and I was branded as a married woman. Mrs? Hm. Oh well.

Then at dinner at the Indonesian ambassador’s house (Retno LP Marsudi is the kindest ambassador I’ve ever met, btw), we had chicken risoles for appetiser.

The main course, nasi campur Semarangan, was great. The rice portion was small but balanced the sumptuous dishes on the side: beef stew, spicy chicken, sweet egg, potato chips-and-nut, and pickles.

It was one of the most lavish chance of dining I’d ever had in The Hague. Yum!

07th May2012

Laundry Story

by bunga

100+ dorm residents with only four washing machines and four dryers are the perfect ingredients for a very long, time- and patience-consuming queue I have to endure during my stay in The Hague.

To avoid such thing, the rule of thumb is never doing laundry in weekend, the time of choice for most of us (but not mine), except when people (but me) are on holiday or fieldwork. It’s also better to do laundry late at night or early in the morning — as I’m not a morning person, midnight is always my choice.

Without queuing, it takes more than two hours to do each laundry cycle: 50 minutes to wash, 20 minutes to go back and forth to the machines, 60 minutes to dry, 15 minutes to fold fresh clothes. One annoying thing is that the machines are located in the dorm building across my rooms. It means that I have to go down two storeys, cross the street, unlock the door to the common room, put clothes in the washing machine, cross the street, unlock my dorm building door, go up two storeys, unlock my corridor door, unlock my room door, do something in my room for 30 minutes, go down again, cross the street, unlock the common room door, move clothes to dryer and take some shrink-prone clothes in my bag, cross the street, unlock my dorm building door, go up two storeys, unlock my corridor door, unlock my room door, do something in my room for 40 minutes, go down again, cross the street, unlock the common room door, get dry clothes, fold them, cross the street, unlock my dorm building door, go up two storeys, unlock my corridor door, unlock my room door, and finally put the fresh clothes inside my wardrobe. I appreciate the much-needed exercise, but it’s not fun in cold, windy time, and it’s even worse in winter.

Anyway, as now my two laundry bags are already full to the top, I really have to laundry the dirty clothes now… *sigh* Wish me a non-queuing night, fellas!

Picture is taken from this page.

01st May2012

Queen’s Night + Day

by bunga

The Netherlands celebrates Koninginnedag, its Queen’s Day, on April 30th. It is the birthday of the previous queen, Juliana, since Beatrix’s birthday on January 31st — festivals in winter is apparently not fun enough for the Dutch people.

Towards the day, the small country without cabinet (hehe) is drenched with orange frenzy. The royal colour hits every shop window, stores, Dutch website, schools, and offices. ‘Every’ might be an exaggeration, but you know I mean, don’t you?

A super-orange shop window of The Hague.

I feel uncomfortable to wear orange and celebrate the day, since the Dutch Queen is definitely not my queen (not that I believe in monarchies anyway) and the colonial wound is haunting me (centuries of colonisation, uncountable casualties, slaughters, and loss, the fact that the country until now still formally believes it gave Indonesia the souvereignty in 1949 and not recognising Indonesia’s independence in 1945, plus that the Indonesian government in its early day had to take over 4.3 billion guilders of Dutch East Indies government debt, ring a bell?).

Maybe I’m just over-sensitive. But I refused to don my orange clothes in those two days, albeit still excited enough to roam the city with some friends to see the celebrations, hahaha. On April 29th, on the so-called Queen’s Night, there were several music stages set in The Hague. Went across some of them but since we didn’t understand Dutch and didn’t recognise the artists, we stayed just for a while before going to other part of the town: fairgrounds.

We were (at least I was, and I still am) somewhat broke so we didn’t buy anything that night… :D By the way we came across a screen which aired the picture of people passing in front of it. Kinda cheesy but it’s nice…

The next day, some friends went to Amsterdam where the ‘real thing’ is happening, eg. flea markets and loads of gigs, but since 1. I was on the edge of poverty so no matter how cheap things are, I wouldn’t buy anything; 2. I was not in the mood to see so many people in a day; 3. I didn’t want to travel by train and spend more money; I stayed in The Hague.

With Gina, Tina, Bang Doan and his wife, I took a boat ride through the city’s canals, which was interesting because we could see the city from a different perspective, ducked under really low bridges, and found out that the water didn’t stink at all (unlike the canals sewers back at home, hahaha). The boat operator was kind enough to let us stay aboard for almost an hour while we paid only 4 euro, which was the cost of the normal 25 minutes ride.

Some people just stood on the surfboards and paddled through the canal, still in orange, of course.


Duck or get your head hit by the concrete!


The view from the boat.


The boat operator, as we passed under the bridge near my dorm (never know that it’s as old as 1882).


The light at the end of the tunnel bridge.


When we got off the orange boat, we came across a historic tram, operated specially for that day. We didn’t hop aboard since we wanted to stroll around the city to see whether some things were still going on.. but apparently, we were too late for any attraction, hahaha. There were only lots and lots of people enjoying the sunshiny day. And so ended the Queen’s Day.

23rd Mar2012

Spring Picnic

by bunga

It’s spriiiiing! Sunshine’s back in my life! The real one, I mean, not the deceiving one which gives you the light but not the warmth. Yesterday we had 18° C, today it’s 17° C — both with the beautiful, warm sun all day! All the warmth makes my days much more optimistic, in contrast with the gloomy, depressive winter days.

What’s best to celebrate spring than picnic in the park?

Picnic in the park

We had a surprise picnic for Lin, who in a few weeks will leave ISS to finish her study in Japan. Ah, departure is such a sad thing… but hopefully we’ll all meet again somewhere, someday!

Chef Nam and Lenka made us wonderful, HUGE sushi rolls for the picnic. Atty. Yvonne brought a bottle of sweet Port wine to accompany the splendid rolls. Mynt and Erika were busy taking our pictures (photos here were taken by Mynt). And me… er… I ate. And laugh, and love, and enjoy the day.

Amazingly HUGE sushi rolls

Amazingly HUGE sushi rolls

We met a new friend in the park — a bubbly girl named Iman. We also developed an emotional attachment to Lenka’s melon. We named her Melonie. And we didn’t have the gut to cut her open. Oh well.

Melonie

Melonie

Happy girls

Happy girls

Now… let’s go back to the essays. Which I haven’t started at all hahaha.

06th Mar2012

Around Holland With Yoga

by bunga

During Yoga’s visit, we travelled to some cities in the Netherlands. Not much, they were just half-day excursions, since we usually woke up late and took a very leisurely pace everyday. The museumcard was a very good investment for both of us since museums are among the best things the Netherlands can offer!

It all started with going to Rotterdam for the IFFR. Unfortunately we didn’t really explore the city, only went to Schouwburg and Cinerama to see movies.

Days after, we went to Amsterdam to see a the Dutch National Ballet performance to satisfy my dream to actually watch ballet on stage. Am a (happy) victim of a childhood filled by ballet Japanese comics, hahaha. Too bad no pictures were allowed — but we didn’t bring cameras anyway since Yoga forgot to charge the battery. Here’s the trailer, though:

Before the fabulous performance, we went to see the Van Gogh museum. The paintings are amazing. I still think they’re more beautiful than the tiny Mona Lisa… :D

We also went to Delft. It’s such a nearby town we could just use tram, not even train, to reach the place. We managed to explore the Museum Nusantara, a small museum about, well, Indonesia, and Museum Het Prinsenhof, which tells the story of Willem of Orange’s assassination and the portrait painter Van Malievelt.

Museum Nusantara

Museum Nusantara

Wayang Willem

Wayang Willem

The next destinations for photo-ops, after a late lunch, were the townsquare and the (evil) VOC‘s former chamber office.

Delft Church

Delft Church

Say cheese!

Say cheese!

Say cheese, too!

Say cheese, too!

Verenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie

Verenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie

The last city we visited was Utrecht, for a dinner with Ly, Stan, Dinnia, and Sam. It was Monday so unfortunately all the museums were closed so I could not take him to my favourite museum, Museum Speelklok. So I gave him a short explanation of the Domkerk and Domtoren.

Domtoren

Domtoren

Then we walk along the Oudegracht canal to the Nijntje Pleintje, the Little Miffy Square. I’m not a big fan of Nijntje / Miffy but since there was not much to do, so, why not? :) The square was really small and the Nijntje statue was also small but it was so cute.

Little Miffy Square

Little Miffy Square

Nijntje & Bungtje

Nijntje & Bungtje

Miffy & Him

Miffy & Him

By bus, we went to Roberto Gelato to taste its delicious ice cream and then bag a litre of five flavours to bring to Ly’s place. The dinner was amazing and the night was so fun, thanks to perfect Utrecht quartet that I call friends!

In The Hague itself, we explored bits of it, most of the times cycling like the Dutch do. Memories are scattered in Vredespaleis, Scheveningen, Sumo, Scheveningse Bosjes, Cafe Dudok, Hofvijver, Mauritshuis, Van Kleef Distillery, Salero Minang,… well, too many places to mention.

All in all, the cold and windy Holland seemed to be much better when he was here.

15th Feb2012

Surprise, Surprise

by bunga

Days are passing so fast now since Yoga’s around… :)
I haven’t even shared how he went here in the first place.

It all started last year when I had arrived in The Hague. We discussed on when would be the best time for us to meet and where. We decided he would visit me in February, and later next year it would be my turn to visit him at Yekaterinburg.

For his visit, he’d need a visa and I would have to send a sponsorship letter. I sent him the letter by post, not by courier since I’m a cheapskate, on December 23rd. It was supposed to arrive within ten days… but the Christmas break in the Netherlands, plus a much longer New Year break in Russia, delayed its arrival. It took almost a month of anxiety (me asking him everyday, has the letter arrived? should I send another one?) before the letter finally arrived in the city-by-the-foot-of-Ural-mountain. It was not even delivered to Yoga’s dorm, he got a letter from the post service to pick up my letter in post office.

Anyway. Next step was applying for visa in the Netherlands consulate. It was already the third week of January. The process was pretty fast, about 7 working days. But it was another week of anxiety, I’d already thought of plan B: meeting in Turkey, where both of us will not need a lengthy process of visa beforehand, a drawback of being citizens of Indonesia *sigh* — we’ll still need visas on arrival, though.

Then, he bought the flight ticket. He told me he’d arrive at February 7th. So I bought plenty of IFFR movie tickets for the weekend before his arrival.

On Friday, February 3rd, Yoga called my cellphone. I was in a hurry, going to the train station to catch the train to Rotterdam, so I didn’t pick it up. Later at around 12 pm, when I was on the train, I texted him to ask what was the call about. “I’m eating in the BijClarence, not far from ISS,” he replied.

Say WHAT?

Oh dear. What a surprise — for me, and for him, too. Hahaha. He told me he’d arrived at around 10 am in The Hague. He went around the city for a while before having his lunch, he said. (I imagined him walking around like a lost boy.)

I got off at the next station, Delft, and took the train back to The Hague. To finally hug and kiss him again, after 15 months apart.

Oh, and for the first time, he gave me roses. Too late is always better than never, no? :D

Since then, it’s been a joyride. :)
(At the very same day, I dragged the jetlagged guy to accompany me to see two movies in IFFR, Rotterdam.)

28th Jan2012

Wordplay (part 2)

by bunga

I also went to last Saturday’s Winternachten. Coincidentally met Nany and Thandi there.. :)

The ticket price was pretty steep — 13.75 euro and it was student price, the full price was 25 euro! It’s worth the price, though, because there were various programmes simultaneously held in six venues in Theater Aan Het Spui and Filmhuis. However not every session is in English — I wasn’t aware of that and went into the Treasure Hunters without understanding a word of it.

After the misadventure, I was back in the right track and entered the Kleine Zaal for Comics and Taboos program. The discussion was about how comic artists Inge Heremans and Peter Milligan portrayed sexuality, which was (and still is) perceived as a taboo, in their works.

Heremans is a Belgian whose comic strip character, Cordelia, was published for several years in De Morgen. “De Morgen is one of the best [Flemish] daily newspaper in Belgium,” said comic strip reviewer Peter Breedveld who acted as the moderator in the discussion. “It was,” Heremans objected, “It isn’t anymore. They fired me.” Breedveld, who expressed his surprise, tried to dig why she was fired, was it because her strips were too sexually explicit? Heremans replied, “I don’t think so. I never get any hate mails because of explicit contents.”

Pen is her weapon.

Pen is her weapon.

Except one occasion, she said, when she made posters for a book event with various poses of Cordelia reading books. Apparently, depicting sexual images in a national newspaper is okay for Belgians, perhaps because its target audience is adults, while in the book fair many children tag along with their parents. People protested and the Cordelia posters were taken off the book fair premises.

For Heremans, Cordelia is her alter-ego. Through Cordelia, she projects the vulnerability of women who try to deal with their sexuality. Although Cordelia is mostly shown nude, I think the comic strip is not erotic at all. She’s just being honest, including when she’s saying it feels better to be naked.

Taking off clothes: Ah, this is better.

Taking off clothes. "Ah, this is better."

Meanwhile, Milligan is one of the artists of the British invasion to USA’s comic scene. Using the wry, sarcastic, British humour, he answered Breedveld’s interrogation on his works.

One of his most controversial comics is Skin, telling a story of a thalidomide skinhead Londoner in the 1970s, who tries hard to deal with his birth defect, identity, and sexual needs. Deemed as a disturbing story, Skin was rejected by its original publisher-to-be. “I think it was more because of it tells a story about a disabled boy who is from a working-class family than its sexual content,” Milligan said with a smirk. Skin was finally published by Tundra in 1992.

Milligan also wrote Enigma, a surreal comic series which features characters dealing with homosexuality; as well X-Force and X-Statix, a twist of superhero clichés: “his team are ego heavy celebrities who argue amongst themselves whilst being manipulated by their agents and the media (the missions are all televised).”

Milligan's Enigma

Milligan's Enigma

Raised with comic books, mostly Japanese manga, I really love comics (my undergrad thesis was even about comic books readers) although am not an expert of it. So I’m really happy to be lucky enough to attend this session.. :D

The next discussion, Forgive or Forget, was also interesting. Featuring Leila S Chudori (Indonesia), Kopano Matlwa (South Africa) and Adriaan van Dis (The Netherlands), the session went through on the issue of post-colonial identities and problems. Very much development studies/ISS-related, hahaha.

Chudori talked about characters in her short stories anthology 9 Dari Nadira (9 From Nadira), which were affected by the historical trajectories of Indonesia. The young and talented medical doctor-to-be Matlwa tackled questions on her debut novel, Coconut, its namesake derived from a South African insult to those who are “black on the outside but white on the inside.” In contrast, the Indo (Bahasa Indonesia for people of mixed Caucasian-Indonesian descendants) Van Dis, who had written several novels on colonial/post-colonial issues, was perhaps the other way around: a white guy who is black (or at least coloured) in the inside.

To forgive or to forget, that is not the question.

To forgive or to forget, that is not the question.

Last but not least was the Jungle by Night‘s amazing performance at the end of the night. They. Are. AWESOME! Those nine young boys from Amsterdam played great Afrobeat/ethnojazz rhythm and rocked the floor. Another form of hybridity: white guys playing Afrobeat. Ha. They’re so young “they don’t even have facial hair yet!” as Thandi said. Oh have I told you they’re Dutch? It’s practically the first time I saw cute Dutch boys. And they really enjoyed playing the music, you can tell it from their gestures.

Lost in the jungle

Lost in the jungle

I went back to the dorm cycling with a smile on my face, the happiness blew the freezing wind away.

23rd Jan2012

Wordplay (part 1)

by bunga

I went to the Writers Unlimited and it was amazing to see the wordsmiths at play. The first event I attended was the Oxfam Novib/PEN Award on Thursday, January 19th 2012. I was actually there because an Indonesian journalist/writer Leila S Chudori would join the talkshow on women’s right and sexuality. I didn’t expect the night to be exceptional…

But Asieh Amini, one of the awardees, proved me wrong. She’s an Iranian journalist, poet, and activists for human right, particularly against stoning and juvenile execution. She fled Iran in 2007 after a brief imprisonment due to her involvement in a peace protest of a fellow activist’s arrest. She now lives in Trondheim, Norwegia, and became the only awardee who can come to the Hague to receive the award.

“Thank you for the award but how can I be happy? For people are stoned to death and teens are killed in my country,” she said with a wavering voice on stage.

Amini proceeded by reading some of her sad poems, mostly about violence and fear, topics so close to her heart. It was the first time I heard poems in Farsi — depressingly beautiful. I don’t understand Farsi but the translation in Dutch and English was projected to the screens on the background. Too bad I can’t memorise the poems, except the last one which was different than the rest, with playful tone against the Genesis story: ‘I’m taller than Eve / I’ll pick all the apples.’

Talkshow

Talkshow

Later she also participated in the talkshow on women’s right and sexuality, along with Chudori and Bejan Matur, a Kurdish journalist/writer/activist against Turkish occupation. To be honest, it was a bit dull and slow, and at some point the moderator went to say, ‘Iran is an Islamic country, Turkey is too, and Indonesia is the country with the most moslems, so is Islam the problem?’

Perhaps she was just trying to be the devil’s advocate but somehow I felt offended — what kind of generalisation was that? Anyway, Amini canvassed the question by responding, ‘You should bring Israel to the table, since you only invited muslim to this discussion.’ The audience laughed and the moderator said, ‘I’m also a muslim, but I just want to know your opinion.’

The discussion then spent some time criticising the patriarchal societies. I don’t remember the details. Maybe because after that, Kader Abdolah practically stole the show.

The Iranian/Dutch writer had the task of closing the session by reading his essay. Despite his misogynist tendency in his response/joke to the discussion of patriarchal societies (‘Women make us do bad things!’ he said), dramatically and comically he entertained everyone when he told about how he became a writer in The Netherlands.

The old man

The old man

‘I had two dreams: of becoming a great Persian writer, and to be a president.’ He didn’t tell that he joined the left-wing movement opposing the Shah regime, and later the Khomeini regime. He just spoke that he ran to Turkey, where the corrupt officials could be paid to smuggle people.

I forget the exact words (and cities) but here’s how he kind of said: ‘For $ 10,000 they will smuggle you to New York. For $ 9,000 they will smuggle you to Los Angeles. For $ 8,000 they will smuggle you to Paris…. If you’ve got nothing, they’ll send you to Amsterdam.’

And that was how he first came to Amsterdam as a political refugee in 1988, and once he arrived, ‘Guess what was the first place I went? I went into a Persian carpet shop. I told the owner that I wanted to be a great Persian writer. But he said, “Your dream is big but The Netherlands is too small!” ‘

So Abdolah bought a fake passport to go to: ‘New York, of course! But I got arrested at the Schiphol airport. So I bought another fake passport to go to.. New York, of course! But then I was arrested again at Schiphol. Then I bought a new fake passport to go to.. New York, of course! When I arrived at New York and went to the passport control, the officer looked to the passport, to my face, to the passport, to my face… And then I was deported back to Amsterdam.’

He did not elaborate the reason why he was so eager on going to New York, but Abdolah then said he gave up, and started to write. He wanted to write in Persian, his own beautiful mother tongue, ‘But it made me sick. The language made me sick because it was already taken by the Ayatollahs.’

Then he started to write in Dutch, and ‘I felt liberated.’

20th Nov2011

The International Day (Of Surprises)

by bunga

Yesterday at ISS was a blast!

It was the ISS International Day, when almost everyone’s showing off the best of their nations through exhibition (4-6 pm), food (6-8 pm), and performance (8 pm onwards). Students can choose to represent their countries via one, or two, or three of those channels — we Indonesians of course chose all three of them.

We’re lucky to have enough human resources to do it all. 28 people from the new batch plus some seniors from previous batches joined forces. We split ourselves into three groups which handled the exhibit, cooking affairs, and dance performance. I was in the amateur dance troupe, juggling rehearsals with classes and the pile of readings.

We had rehearsals everyday from Sunday to Saturday, ranging from one hour until three hours. The first one was frustrating because we felt it was so difficult to remember the steps, but we grasp it all at the end.

On the D-Day, sadly, we the female dancers had to miss the exhibition because we were busy with make up and hair-do.

I’m not really into serious make up (everyday I only use moisturiser and lipbalm, no face powder et al involved) but once in a while, it’s good to have foundation, face powder, eye shadow, blush on, eyeliner, lipliner, and lipstick on your face — and with a bestfriend applying it on your face, hahaha. Vinny, a multitalented senior (she’s a ballerina-traditional dancer-dance trainer-make up artist-ICC employee), transformed our hair into beautiful buns with flowers.

Around 6.30 we arrived at the ISS atrium and every non-Indonesian friend seemed to be surprised. I’m not exaggerating, but I felt like we were celebrities, hahaha. Compliments every two steps and friends asking for pictures with us… Mmmm hmmm.

Good thing we didn’t miss the food fair, it was surprisingly amazing! So many choices of food from around the globe. I’d like to try all but was too full after a plate of beef adobo (Philippines), a bowl of vegetable curry (South Africa), a plate of pancake + waffle syrup (Canada), and a bowl of apple+cinnamon+raisin dessert (South Africa).

Anyway, the main event was of course the performance! We were the second country to perform, after Bangladesh. We performed two dances: Pasambahan from the Minangkabau tribe (my dad’s tribe, btw [my mom's Sundanese]) in West Sumatra, and Ngibing from Betawi folks in Jakarta. Pasambahan is a dance to respect elders, guests, and wedding couples, while Ngibing is a social dance.

Ngibing was more exciting because it was interactive — we grabbed people to dance with us. I was a bit upset when the first guy I asked to dance, Vineet from the previous batch, refused to do so, but hey, perhaps he’s way too shy and the show must go on anyway so I picked another person, who was courteous enough to join me. Later I asked Sam to dance with me, too. Then all of the sudden, our dance were finished after 11 minutes. People were cheering and giving us loud applause.

Some friends were surprised, perhaps, because we Indonesians rarely dance in parties but we turned out to be acting good enough as dancers on stage. I was happy and wished we could dance more than that! Hahaha.

After us, there were 17 other countries performing their best. It was a multicultural kaleidoscope of happiness, with surprises here and there. More photos and videos will be posted tomorrow!

26th Oct2011

Happy Diwali!

by bunga

Today’s the third day of the five-days celebration of Diwali, the festival of lights. South Asian friends in ISS held a celebration in the campus’s atrium and everyone’s invited!

Lighting up the candles

Some friends came to know better about the South Asian culture, some others came for the free food offered, but most came for both (like me). It was a good decision to come because it was great!

Vineet explaining the story

Vineet of India, from the previous batch of MA students, briefly told us about the story behind the biggest annual celebration in South Asia (and most South Asians around the world). Diwali, sometimes also called Deepavali, is said to be stemmed from some ancient legends.

One of them is on this day, Lakshmi emerged from Kshira Sagar, the Ocean of Milk, during the great churning of the oceans, Samudra manthan. (I swiftly remembered that in Angkor Wat, Cambodia, one of the most famous relief was about churning of the ocean of milk — but it was under restoration when I came there several years ago)

Another legend is that on Diwali, Rama, Sita (or Shinta in Indonesian’s rendering of Ramayana), and Lakshmana return to Ayodya after defeating Ravana — who is actually a hero, not a villain, for some Sri Lankans.

But from a developmental point of view, he said, it’s stemmed from the agrarian society practices: it marks the first day of the harvest. What a proper point to be said in an institute that offers courses in Development Studies like ISS, hahaha.

Anyway the food was amazing! We had samosa (too spicy for some people), yellow rice (with saffron?), vegetable curry (too hot for some), an Indian version of salad, papadum, an a sweet rice ball. Delicious!

Thumbs up for those who prepared it really well, it was truly the best way to boost up the spirit towards the exam.. :D

Deepavali ki Shubhkamnayein! Tuhanu diwali diyan boht boht vadhaiyan hon! Deepavali Nalvaazhtukkal! Deepavali Aashamsagal! Deepavali Habbada Shubhashayagalu! Deepavali Shubhakankshalu! Shubh Deepavali! Subho Deepavalir Preeti O Subeccha! Happy Diwali :)

23rd Oct2011

Japanese Autumn Colours in The Hague

by bunga

Together with some friends, today I went to Clingendael to see its prized Japanse Tuin (Japanese Garden). Clingendael itself is a big and beautiful park. But visiting Japanse Tuin gives you more sensation because every year, it’s only opened for two weeks in autumn, and another couple of weeks in spring. A lot of other visitors were there when we took a stroll inside the garden.

The Garden

It’s a bit weird to see a Japanese garden here in The Netherlands, with moss everywhere, a lot of lanterns, Buddha statue, and even a Japanese pavillion!

The pavillion

Lipstick-ed Buddha

But hey, it’s a nice byproduct of orientalism, perhaps. I really love to see the warm earthy tone of autumn to be in contrast with the bright red momiji trees.

Somehow I remember Indonesia’s Vice President, Boediono, singing Sinatra’s “Autumn Leaves”.

Anyway, about the garden, as said in The Hague’s official page:

The Japanese Garden was created in the beginning of the 20th century by the former owner of the country estate of Clingendael, Marguérite M. Baroness van Brienen (1871-1939), also called Lady Daisy. Lady Daisy sailed off a number of times by ship to Japan and brought back to the Netherlands a number of lanterns, a water cask, sculptures, the pavilion, the little bridges and several plants. The original design with the serene pond, meandering brook and the winding pathways has remained intact all these years.

The Municipality of The Hague has always taken great care of the Japanese Garden because of its uniqueness and tremendous historical value. The garden was placed on the list of national historical monuments in 2001. Due to its fragility, the garden can be visited only during two short periods of the year.

Banzai!

I want to visit it again next spring :)

Yayness!

16th Oct2011

Losing But Still Happy

by bunga

Because it’s not a zero-sum game :)

A peek into the volleyball match (which we almost won)

A peek into the volleyball match (which we almost won)

Today we ISS students have a sport competition in De Blinkerd between old batch and new batch — volleyball, basketball, badminton, and futsal. I was there to cheer but ended playing a few minutes in futsal… miraculously I did kick the ball several time. It’s been soooooo long ago when I last had proper sport.

The result? New batch won the basketball match.. but lost the others. (We almost won the volleyball match, by the way.) Well the old batch has been playing together for a whole year so I think it’s natural they won against us the unorganized newbies..

However I still feel very happy because:
1) I did some sports again! Yay!
2) I even tried to play badminton again (of course not in the real matches), although as usual I can’t smash the shuttlecocks;
3) We planned to train together, weekly, in the sporthall;
4) We biked to and from de Blinkerd (=7 kilometers), almost lost on our way back but we managed to find the right path again;
5) There was a pizza party in Dorus (one of the dorms) common room after it! Oh yeah, welcome back, calories!

Ok guys, please pray for me to wake up early tomorrow so I can catch up with the pile of readings! Good night! ;)

13th Oct2011

Library

by bunga
Read some, eat some.

Read some, eat some.

The library’s small, but its development studies collection is comprehensive (of course, ISS only offers MA and PhD in development studies anyway..). It’s also well-lit, cozy, comfortable, and surprisingly (for me), we can eat and drink here. It’s the first time I encounter such library :D Usually no eating nor drinking is allowed in libraries. This library also doesn’t smell like a storage of old, yellowing, books.

I like it here.

And now instead of studying, I’m blogging about it. Hahaha. Time to log off..

04th Oct2011

Museum-hopping

by bunga

Last weekend was perfectly sunny, warm, and nice. Me and Gina decided to museum-hop in The Hague: it’s fun, healthy, and most important of all: cheap! Using the Museumkaart, (almost) every entry to the museum was free. And since we stayed in The Hague, we didn’t have to pay for any train ticket.

Our first target was Haagse Historisch Museum (The Hague History Museum), which was a lil bit elusive, but when we reached the place, it wasn’t open yet. So we went to Mauritshuis instead.

Mauritshuis

Mauritshuis

It is much smaller than Rijksmuseum, but the collection’s nice. Mauritshuis boasts the works of Dutch maestro such as Johannes Vermeer, Rembrandt van Rijn, and Jan Steen. As a typical art museum, however, no pictures can be taken inside it.

Actually Gina had been there, but she was enthusiastic enough about the paintings, she decided to take a look on the Mauritshuis again. There was a temporary exhibition so we had to pay extra 1.5 euro each. The temporary expo was interesting because the curator juxtaposed the museum’s collection with newer, contemporary paintings. One of the best example was Vermeer’s Girl with a Pearl Earring, put side by side with Dali’s A Couple with Heads Full of Clouds.

After that, we went to the History Museum. Beside the permanent exhibition about the city’s history, there were three temporary exhibits. The first is about the House of Orange-Nassau, the second on The Hague’s history of shopping, and the last about a local old rock n roll band.

Gina's perfect imitation :D

Gina's perfect imitation :D

The shops're open!

The shops're open!

Last but not least was the 2-in-1 museum: Museum de Gevangenpoort and Galerij Prins Willem V.

The first museum had been a prison from the 13th century until early 19th century. It was argued that its most interesting story lied on the torture room. Visitors must join a guided tour to explore the old prison.. unfortunately, the tour’s only in Dutch, although non-Dutch speaking visitors were given an English booklet about the prison.

Rejected Delft tiles along the torture room's walls, used to make it easier to clean..

Rejected Delft tiles along the torture room's walls, used to make it easier to clean..

Which brand do you fancy?

Which brand do you fancy?

This is waaaay beyond BDSM, folks.

This is waaaay beyond BDSM, folks.

Adjacent to the prison museum was the art gallery of Prince William V. The paintings were stacked in the 18th-century art gallery style, pretty much sardine-like but in a nice way.

After a quick visit to shop at the Oriental, we came back home tired but happy :D

01st Oct2011

Amsterdam’s DNA

by bunga

Last Wednesday I went to Amsterdam. Yes dear, again! For the third time since the Friday before. I had an appointment to interview a lawyer there at 13.30. Learning from my past mistake, I decided to depart early from The Hague… and to bring my Museumkaart.

So I arrived at 10.30. Yay! What an accomplishment! :p

Since I had three hours before the appointment, I went to the Amsterdam History Museum. Its permanent exhibition was labelled as “Amsterdam DNA,” promoting the city as where spirit of enterprise, creativity, civic values and freedom are what count.

The facade of the Amsterdam History Museum

The facade of the Amsterdam History Museum

I really like the way the expo was planned and laid out — it’s definitely not a usual museum which rely on its precious, classic, old collections. The Amsterdam DNA is a state-of-the art multimedia show, serving interesting artefacts by putting them in a well-thought interactive displays and tools.

At the beginning of the exhibition, visitors pick up a A5-sized guide book with a certain language — they can choose between Dutch, English, Spanish, Russian, and Japanese. At the back of the book, a unique QR-code sticker is attached.

A truly exciting history-telling museum! :D

A truly exciting history-telling museum! :D

I'm too short and there's no stool to stand on.. *sigh*

I'm too short and there's no stool to stand on.. *sigh*

Visitors then use the QR-code (called the DNA-code throughout the exhibition) to activate video introductions in each of seven sections of it, to choose their own “Amsterdam-DNA”, as well as to take picture of them with a medieval metal armour and stiff collars. By the way, the pictures are uploaded into Amsterdam DNA’s Flickr account, in which visitors can search theirs by typing their QR-code numbers.

The whole expo is really interesting, and everything can be photographed although without the flash. I would give them five stars out of five.. if it’s not for the lack of information on what the Dutch did when they colonized Indonesia. (although they have a curious exhibit from Indonesia: a pair of elephant tusks given by Tjong A Fie to a Dutch mesteer.) So it’s only four out five stars instead.

Here are some pictures I got from the Museum:

23rd Sep2011

A Great Day… Not.

by bunga

This was my plan:

Attend the morning class, go to Amsterdam to interview a world-class lawyer from Bohler, stroll the metropolitan in the afternoon, perhaps shop a lil bit since it’s discount-weekend in The Netherlands.

And this is the reality, fitting too much into the so-called “Murphy’s Law” — when everything that can be wrong, goes definitely wrong:

Woke up late. Had no breakfast. My morning class at ISS ended not as fast as I predicted, which made me missed the Sneltrain train I planned to take from The Hague to Amsterdam. So I had to take another train and change once in Leiden.

About 20 minutes later I arrived at Amsterdam, the city that once I visited 13 years ago. But after I got off the tram 1 in Keizersgracht, it was already 12.30, and I just realized that I forgot to bring my notebook — in which I jotted down Bohler office’s address.

As far as I remember, the office’s number should be 60. It took me about 20 minutes to walk to number 60, which was, damn! not the right office. I knocked down another lawyer’s office, whose assistant was kind enough to search the right address in the directory.

She told me the number was actually 560, shit, 560! not 60, and gave me Bohler’s phone number. I phoned the number but then in the middle of the conversation it went off — my phone was running out of credits.

I arrived at the office terribly late, at 13.20. The office was actually just 10-minutes walk away from the tram stop.

The person I wanted to interview, of course, has gone to another appointment, and could not see me for the rest of the day. After leaving my namecard at the receptionist, I went out.

Yeah I'm dead meat.I sat by the canal, didn’t know and didn’t care which one, and wept. Nothing romantic or thoughtful like Coelho’s Pilar who sat by the river Piedra. I was so sad and angry towards myself, who made totally stupid mistakes for the whole day. Being late in a one-on-one interview is like one of the worst, humiliating sin in a journalist’s life. I was frustrated. Add a dash of emotional unstability during my period, and it became even worse.

I lost the appetite to take a walk around Amsterdam. After a quick overpriced sandwich and coffee, I went back to The Hague. See, when food couldn’t make me feel better, the problem is that bad. *sigh*

21st Sep2011

Prinsjesdag

by bunga
Waiting for the Queen

Waiting for the Queen

Prinsjesdag, literally means Prince’s Day, is the day when the Queen (or King) or The Netherlands addresses a joint session of Eerste Kamer (Senate) and Tweede Kamer (House of Representative). It is held once a year in The Hague, every third Tuesday in September. This year, the Prinsjesdag was yesterday, September 20th.

I went a bit late for the procession, didn’t see the Queen’s golden carriage when she left Noordeinde Palace at 13.00 to the Parliament building. So I — with the crowd — waited almost an hour for Queen Beatrix and the royal family to be back. Just wanted to see a glimpse of her, well, she’s not my queen anyway.

Just as scheduled, she arrived at the Palace at 14.00 sharp. Oh, the Dutch and their famous punctuality! Less than five minutes after the royal family arrived, they appeared at the balcony to do one of their duties dutifully: waving at the crowd.

Daag, Koningin!

The royal wave..

The royal wave..

11th Sep2011

Best Birthday Ever (Away From Home)

by bunga

Of course birthdays are better if you had it with family and close friends.. But we still have to deal with it in The Hague. This is the second time I celebrate birthdays away, the first one when being a trip to Manado, North Celebes, about three years ago.

Two highschool friends came and gave me a beautiful bouqette of roses. We went for a walk to Sundastraat and Sumatrastraat, and then we ate in one Turkish cafe. The portion was enormous! They also got me a small, cute birthday “cake” which was actually candy.

Birthday Yay!

We bumped into a Kermis, a temporary night fair, along the way. It was a small, colourful Kermis.

Kermis, the temporary night fair.

Huge cotton candies!

The wheel & the hamburger.

Later I went to Gondelstraat for a gathering of Indonesian students in ISS. It was nice. I brought a delicious, apple crumble pie from AH.

Indonesian ISSers' welcome party at Gondelstraat dorm.

Thanks for all your greetings via Facebook, Twitter, and e-mail! I really appreciate them.

10th Sep2011

(Not My Birthday) Party

by bunga

Just had my first party in the ISS tonight! It’s a welcome party for new students. The music was a combination of great songs and really bad tunes, but hey, it’s free anyway!

I always admire the way our African friends do their dance, it seems that they can shake the world with it! Hahaha. Practically only Latin friends can dance to their own tunes, though, however I love seeing them dance, it’s so intimate and sexy :D

The dance floor at the atrium (which is usually used as canteen in daytime), pictured from the balcony.

The dance floor at the atrium (which is usually used as canteen in daytime), pictured from the balcony. They were doing African Line dance which was strikingly similar with Indonesian Poco-poco.

Me myself dance just a little bit, and I’ve got a pair or sore legs afterwards. Damn, I really have to work out routinely ^^;

07th Sep2011

Public Policy vs Public Park

by bunga

Strolled to Scheveningse Bosjes with Martina, another Indonesian on the same floor of my dorm, on a fine Monday afternoon. Passed by the Peace Palace, World Peace Flame, Huygens‘ Bust, and Indisch Monument along the way.

The park was beautiful!

22nd May2011

New Labels

by bunga

Just can’t help bragging about it. Because I wanna fast forward to September, when I will start it.

Hopefully, everything will go smoothly.. Now the administration’s not done yet, you know — visa and everything. Wish me luck ;)

21st May2011

Take Me To The Park(s)

by bunga

Let’s go to the park
I wanna kiss you underneath the stars
Maybe we’ll go too far
We just don’t care..
(“PDA” – John Legend)

Out of the blue, he texted me on 3.42 am today. He said he missed me — he suddenly wanted to stroll around a park and have some good conversation with me.

We will do that for sure, hon. Very soon. Either in The Hague, or in Yekaterinburg. Probably both. And in other parks as well.

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picture of the Haagse Bos is from http://www.flickr.com/photos/beerkens/2994445769/, and the park in Yekaterinburg is from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/28653318.