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1. Eksotisme Sumba
by Priscilla Natasha Kristadi
Rugi rasanya jika sebagai warga negara Indonesia hanya pernah menjelajah pulau Bali, Jawa dan sekitarnya. Apa yang ada di benak kalian ketika mendengar kata “Timur Indonesia”? Pedalaman, ketertinggalan, hutan, atau daerah yang tak terjamah peradaban maju mungkin? Sebenarnya itulah yang ada di benak saya sebelum saya mengunjungi bagian Timur Indonesia seperti Flores dan Sumba.
Pada bulan Februari 2016, saya memberanikan diri untuk pergi ke Sumba dengan hanya berbekal pengetahuan seadanya yang saya dapatkan dari media-media masa kini. Sumba bukanlah sebuah kota besar, jumlah mobil yang berlalu lalang di jalanan pun masih terhitung oleh jari. Jumlah penginapan dan turis pun tidak sebanyak di pulau Lombok apalagi Bali. Adat istiadat penduduk setempat masih sangat kental dan sebagian pria Sumba masih membawa parang kemanapun mereka pergi.
Disamping itu semua, keindahan alam di pulau yang masih jarang terjamah turis lokal maupun asing ini berhasil membuat siapapun yang mengunjunginya takjub. Pantai-pantai yang masih perawan, air terjun dan perbukitan yang menawarkan pemandangan berbeda dari daerah-daerah wisata kebanyakan benar-benar memanjakan mata. Bagi yang suka berpetualang dan menjelajahi tempat-tempat baru yang belum diketahui banyak orang, Sumba yang sangat eksotis ini wajib menjadi salah satu tujuan wisata kalian.
2. Sumur Ambarawa
by Nicola Christie
Apa kata mereka tentang hidup?
Apa kata mereka tentang cinta?
Apa kata mereka tentang masa depan?
Satu tahun beranjak dua
Satu tahun mata bola memudar
Satu tahun terjebak dalam sumur ambarawa
Endapan ampas menjadi makanan sehari-hari
Menyelam lebih dalam
Untuk menemukan ikan emas
Demi mendapatkan daging
Demi mendapatkan sisik emas
Sedangkan di atas
Dimana kubisa melihat satu titik terang
Puluhan meter diatas ubun-ubun
Terlihat, namun mustahil tergapai
Tergapai pun sia-sia
Perang para pahlawan dan panutan
Sama saja akan mati
tergantung kemauan dan jati diri
Tahu apa kau tentang hidup?
Berbahagialah orang yang mengecap pahit
Karena dia akan merasakan manis yang berlipat ganda
by Cindy Chinthia
On the first of my thirty-page story was the day of my arrival. Subsequent to over 16 hours of a tremendous amount of discomfort due to the flights, transits, and the paperwork, standing before me was the land of Georgia. It was the land I waited months for just to visit. But my encounter with the first few Georgian officers is not a pretty tale to tell. Being a girl with Indonesian citizenship may seem mundane and harmless to the eyes of some, but apparently, I seemed “dangerous” that they had to carry out precautionary measures to double-check my personal background and visit purposes. Unlike others who went past the immigration posts so easily, I was isolated. It was not terrifying enough until I was asked for a few supporting documents which I foolishly did not prepare hard copies of. I was on the brink of having my entry denied, but thankfully, I remembered having these documents in my e-mail which I could only access with the help of one of the officers’ personal hotspot. Yes, data tethering. I went through this predicament with a massive breath of relief as they said “you can enter Georgia.” God, I couldn’t possibly imagine being deported back to Indonesia just because I forgot to print out some paperwork.
All airport complications aside, I stepped onto this hidden gem – my long-awaited land of wonders. I was in Georgia for the first time ever, and I was thankful. Yet, on the very first night in Tbilisi, I wept. I was frightened of the four weeks ahead of me, living without my parents, and actually getting out of my comfort zone. I was in that “culture shock” stage despite having been adamantly certain before that I would be too strong for culture shocks. However, as I progressed through the project, only on the last week did I realize that the entire month of my stay in Georgia had been the best one month of my life – with the winter trees, snowy hills, and classic, antiquated cities.
Yes, certainly life was not like home. For instance, I had to get in line with 3 other people queueing to shower because of having only one bathroom for 15 AIESECers from different nations. Some people would even skip shower during workdays, or cunningly shower at 3 AM when the bathroom would be vacant and nobody would still be awake to demand one to shower faster. We too had some dramas, like the presence of three Russians who acknowledged superiority amongst others, making non-Russian others in the project uncomfortable. There were also major couple fights during the project which got out of hand – almost as out of hand as that one drunk night which nobody remembered in the morning. Oh goodness, it was amusing; the first time I had ever witnessed anything like it. People were laughing at nothing and dancing shamelessly, and only a few other people and I who did not drink were able to recite to the curious others what happened the night before. Everyone agreed not to do it again.
Through the stumbling blocks, we all collaborated as mature adults and solved these minor setbacks together. In exchange of that, we grew solidarity. I have learned that even with major dissimilarities by means of ethnicity, personality, and background, people can still become one, big crazy family who care for each other and support one another. This feeling… I just can’t simply put it into words with ease. 26 letters in the alphabet do not suffice to describe this blissful state of mind which suddenly conjures in retrospect of my project. I just wish I could let others feel it on their own – despite it being in a different project, and in a different place.
It was only after this I stepped both my feet back on the land of Indonesia that I realized… My passport is not so lifeless after all. I owe this seminal experience to the AIESEC of Prasetiya Mulya who made this possible.
Until next time.
Nakhvamdis. (Goodbye in Georgian)