December 2007


If you’ve been following the news, I’m sure you’ve heard of Emil Salim and the unfortunate events that followed his visit to the CSF village… Well, that was quite an interesting experience and I would like to talk about the discussions that I’ve had with the many NGOs that I’ve met… but… I’m just feeling a little lazy this afternoon.

These past two days the CSF events have been slow compared to the first week. So after interpreting a workshop this morning and translating a media release on Emil Salim’s ‘dismissal’ from the stage, I’m just slacking and relaxing… I should be doing class assignments for tomorrow… but… I’m just feeling a little lazy this afternoon.

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So what should we talk about? Let’s talk about dreams! Last night I had a weird dream. I can’t remember the whole thing but it was weird because it was a dream about me dreaming and then analyzing the dream in my dream… Did you get that? So I was dreaming that I was dreaming. I can’t remember what my dream in my dream was about but I do remember that in my dream I woke up worried about my dream and went to a fortune teller to tell her about my dream. And she analyzed my dream… the thing is I can’t remember what she said! This is so annoying because it would have been interesting to know what your dream tells you about your future forecast… I woke up still thinking about what the fortune teller said but by the time I was really awake I could no longer recall what I was thinking about… weird???

Yeah well.. now I don’t really know what else to write about. I’m just trying to find something to do while I wait for the time to leave. We’re going to Kuta to do a prayer for the earth called ‘rawutan bumi’. I’ll come back with reports about that.

See you guys

Dhika

As many of you know, there’s a historical event coming about in Bali these two weeks. It’s the UN Forum on Climate Change. I would love to say that I’m a part of this event, but the fact is I’m not… Unfortunately… or perhaps fortunately?

No, I am a part of the committee for the Civil Society Forum which is a parallel event being held only a few minutes away from the UNFCC. If UNFCC is an international meeting between diplomats from almost every country all over the world, CSF is a national/international forum with participants from almost every NGO in Indonesia. The purpose of this forum is to share, inform and create a common position between environmental organizations within Indonesia and those outside of Indonesia.

As an International Relations studies student, I would have to admit that I’m jealous of everyone who can see and hear the talks in the UNFCC! I really want to hear professional diplomats talk and argue among one another. But, being a part of the CSF has been a reality shock for me. I feel like someone has thrown cold water on my face… I’ve heard testimonials and stories of activists and society from all over Indonesia and there are so many that still leaves me stunned!

For example, a lady from Gedebage, Bandung, talked about government’s plan to build an incinerator in her village. The local government held a meeting to socialize their plans to the society. But before the society could digest the new information, the local government had already used their signatures on the meeting’s attendance list as proof of society’s support towards the plans and the local government is now putting construction signs on top of the people’s land even though they haven’t even agreed in selling it.

Another story was from an old farmer from East Kalimantan, who lives in a small, simple village without electricity. A Korean coal company has bought his land to extract the rich resources that exist below his land. All of the trees in the forest surrounding him has been chopped down for this mining company and now, not only is his village destroyed he also has a hard time farming because without the trees it has become too hot to work above 10, which means he has to work longer hours into the evening.

Another sad story comes from Papua where big oil industries and timber companies are taking away indigenous land for their own profits. In Mooi for example, the indigenous leaders were brought to Medan, promised a lot of money for exchange of their land for a palm oil plantation. But until now, none of the villagers have been paid for their land or the energy that they have put out to plant the palm trees.

Reality is sad for those who are helpless and we really need to question the interests of governments when they enter their air conditioned rooms and cars… The irony of the whole situation is simply heartbreaking! And yet, even the civil society is not in sync with one another. While I was here I’ve witnessed the paradox between words and actions. People yell and scream about the danger of climate change and the helplessness of society and yet they throw garbage wherever, whenever, they smoke around others, and they don’t respect each other in a forum.

As a student, I really do not understand where all of this is coming to and where should I stand amidst all of this… Being a part of the government does not show the possibility of creating change and yet the civil society (not all of course) starts to seem redundant… After we graduate we will meet reality and it will not be as black and white as our textbooks seem to portray… and yet as part of a community we need to take sides. The question is where will you stand? And will your stance affect the direction towards where your arms reach out?

Dhika*Shines

It’s 7.31 a.m. and I am sitting in gate F6 of the Soekarno-Hatta airport. It’s still early in the morning and yet it feels like one of the longest days of my life. Isn’t it really amazing how mornings can just get out of control leaving you thinking: “it can’t get worse than this’, just to find out that it actually can…

So what am I doing in the airport so early in the morning? Well, I’m going to join the Civil Society Forum in Bali, which is a parallel event to the UN Forum on Climate Change.

How did I get this job? Now that’s an even longer story… It starts with me yawning in class, having nothing to do… I think I’ll just leave that story for another time.

Anyways, back to me sitting, typing in an airport waiting room that has a sharp nauseating smell of that toxic liquid that people use to mop their floors… what do you call them? Hmmmm….

Anyways… back to my story… How did this morning go bad?

Like every story, it should start from the beginning. It started with the fact that yesterday was an exhausting day used up for a debating tournament that I didn’t win (another story for another time). I got home at 10 p.m., packed my suitcase and walked to a friend’s house to sleep over since I was going to Bali with this friend. I slept at 11.30ish p.m. and had a dream of debating and ccasebuilding, repeating a day that has passed through my subconscious. I woke up at 2a.m. and found my friend struggling with last minute packing and found that I couldn’t sleep again so I just woke up, took a shower and got ready to leave. Our flight was at 6 a.m. so we left before 4 a.m. afraid of missing the flight. Turns out, we arrived around 4.30 a.m., too early, sleepy and hungry. After checking in we looked for something to eat but everything was closed except Dunkin Donuts.

Now, I know that Dunkin Donuts is America’s no.1 Donut (or claims to be)… but if that’s true, its either Indonesians have very different tastes than Americans or American’s have terrible taste when it comes to donuts… The worst thing about Dunkin Donuts is they have the world’s worst coffee ever! Trying to heal a foggy head I ended up with a queasy stomach. And what made this worse was that while I was busy cursing my coffee in my head I actually left my bag (laptop and all) on the examination desk and had to be called by the guards in front of everyone! Gosh that was embarrassing, what kind of person leaves their bag, with their ticket, cell phone and everything at the examination desk of an airport?! Well, in my defense I was sleepy and I had wasted money on stale coffee… I think you can guess where the coffee went after that…

And just to rub things in, I just had to bump into an open Starbucks with a strong intoxicating smell of coffee… Unfortunately by then I’ve already lost my craving for coffee.

So what am I still doing in the airport at 8 a.m. when I should have left at 6? Well, it’s the typical case of Indonesia’s airlines… hours of delay! And this is Merpati! You would think they would be more professional… And now that I have nothing to do, my laptop is low on batteries and my charger is in my suitcase, which has been checked in… Yeah… so this has not been one of the best mornings for me… some days… are just not meant to be….

Dhika*Shines