Mister Rigen, my loyal kitchen cabinet director, sent me a letter all the way from Canberra.
I was surprised and impressed by his resourcefulness.
How did he know my address? I've never sent him a letter before. He must have taken the initiative to find out my address.
Maybe he asked around the office, interrogated various people, called Garuda Airlines, and maybe even Quantas, the Australian airline company. Anything is possible with Mister Rigen! I wouldn't be surprised if he contacted the intelligence world to get my address in Canberra.
But he found my address and sent me a letter.
He's been eating kangkung and sambel every day, despite living in the city and having a stable job. If he's struggling, what about the people in the dry Pracimantara region? The dry season is expected to continue, and prices keep rising. In the past, during times of hardship, people would ask when their freedom would come.
But now, what will they ask for?
I once tried kangaroo steak at a fancy restaurant in Canberra. The waiter explained how delicious it was, but when I pictured a kangaroo with its baby in its pouch, I lost my appetite.
I'm flying back to Denpasar tomorrow.
Goodbye, Australia.
The sunset in Sydney looks the same as in Canberra or Yogyakarta - red and beautiful.
As I look out the window at Darling Harbour, I reflect on my time here.
Australia, farewell.
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