“Dari Surabaya?”

A few weeks ago, Saskia and I were waiting for a taxi at our apartement’s taxi stand. There were many motorcycles going in, out and around the apartement’s entrance, but there was one guy who just stopped near us and looked at us. We were feeling uncomfortable since he was looking at us, wondering if we were doing something wrong or strange (or if we looked strange), but finally, he spoke:

“Dari Surabaya?”

Out of all the questions in the world, he asked if we were from Surabaya or not. Maybe we were obviously Indonesian (so was he) and he decided to skip that question, so he perhaps decided to test the next question (being the obvious Javanese that we are). But imagine, standing on a street corner of a foreign city, and suddenly being asked something about your origins in Indonesian.

ha ha ha…. that was slightly weird.

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Failed Musician, Reformed Gadget Freak and Eating Extraordinaire.

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