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Going to (Ayah’s) Hometown

I’ve never been to Athens or Berlin, but I believe, that nothing compares to a town where your father came from. Where your grandma lives. Where people speak and you can only listen. Where the good foods are.

“Oi rang rantau nan jauah, pulanglah ka kampuang
Jan lupo yo sanak, mari kito pulang basamo…”

Betharia Sonata – Pulang Kampuang

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Puty Puar. F/27. Indonesian. Former rocker, blogger, freelance illustrator, book enthusiast, who is running little business while homemaking. Started this blog in 2002.

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