The original version of this poetry is in Indonesian
In extreme situations...
How does the will to survive manifest itself?
The persistent will to fight one's limit?
The unwavering belief that God doesn't present insurmountable trials?
The conviction from love for your friends and family?
None of them.
Up until today,
my will to survive is
I know this world is not something that can be controlled.
Death, like the roll of a die,
is just a providence that may befall anyone at any moment.
In front of an impregnable wave, humans are absolutely powerless.
Lessons from my time among nature:
Reality should be taken in instinctively at every moment.
Constantly and calmly accessing, steadily adapting.
By following these guidelines,
I have been able to survive in the world.
On the mountain
there is no illusions.
On the mountain
the things you see,
the things you touch,
all things you feel,
are things I take in,
just as they are.
The mountain is the only place
that monster can't reach.
I would never lie to the mountain.
The world I lived in
by a giant invisible monster.
The one who stick out
In the world I lived in,
the giant invisible monster
took from me the only one
who accepted who I was.
An irreplaceable thing...
The most important thing...
Despite losing it all...
I am still struggling with
the need to continue
It's a sad thing to be alone.
It was a typical cold night. Hardi and Mike are busy with their group project. Lucky me, I got an invitation from them to eat something at Mike’s apartment. Maybe this is kind of gratitude since I was trying to help them with their project. But I feel that I’m the one who learns a lot from them, and I just screwed their work (:P). Nico opened the door and asked if I bring the camera. So this is going to be some eating challenge. Well, you can find one like this on Youtube, if you have time.
To eat Buldak was the challenge. Buldak is a dish from South Korea, I guess. Bul means fire and Dak is chicken. So we can say Buldak is fire chicken. Just like the name, this food supposed to be heavily spicy. I heard that Korean in some era started to seek spicy food, they believe spicy food can relieve the stress. Our situation was quite right to eat hot dish, we were tired, and in most town, it was spring already, but we still have snow that time.
To be honest, I was scared to eat this hot chick. I’m too young to die LOL. The dish was cooked using about 100 chilies. We also have more chilies as garnish. Come on, dude. Fresh chilies as a garnish was a really really fantastic idea. Okay, I shoved rice and the chicken. I ate the first, chewed. Came the second, the third and so on until I commented that this taste good and the spicy wasn’t evil enough compare to Samyang that made me cry even from the first bite. Samyang is a brand of Korean instant noodles and very popular because of spicy flavor.
I ate maybe a half of my plate. Suddenly I imagined that this Buldak cooked using blazing hellfire, the chicken was dancing on fire and contaminated by the tormenting flame. This crazy hot chick tortured my mouth, my tongue. Made me crawled like a worm under the direct sun. We don’t have milk to save us, and we ended up drinking Cola or whatever. And it did help for a while, but the hurt won’t go. In this crazy situation, we found that wafer and biscuit can help. Even it was only a 1€-Waffer.
Too bad, this challenge ended up prematurely. From 2 big pyrex, we left half of the pyrex. We were out of rice and wafer, so our champion Jek can’t finish the rest. Jek is the only one who can enjoy the food and said that the food is excellent. The rest of it was more tteok than chicken. Tteok is rice cake. We avoided them because the hot one can make everything worst. Anyway, it is better to stop, unless you want to boot-camp your ass. Eat this kind of food for a week; I can guarantee you that your anus won’t get hot when you defecate.
Here is the fragment of memory
So here is our reference Buldak, Junchef’s Style. From this version, we just multiply them about three times. But we use whole 100 chilies and still adding Gochujang and chili powder.
3.5 tbsp Gochujang
3 cloves garlic (minced)
10 red chilies (sliced)
16 green chilies (pierced)
3.5 tbsp sugar
3 tbsp chili powder (optional)
1 tbsp soy sauce
1. Put Gochujang and Scallion together in container
2. Then garlic and chilies
3. Come sugar and chili powder
4. Add 2 tbsp water and soy sauce
Cook the chicken:
1. Wait for the frying pan until hot enough, add chili oil.
2. Put chicken first till half cooked
3. Add the seasoning
4. Give 5-7 tbsp water, to avoid burn
5. Add some tteok and scallion
This bamboo music instrument is one of my favorite. Back there at Bandung, when I have nothing to do and the timing is right, I went to Saung Angklung Udjo to enjoy Angklung performances there. In this Udjo’s House of Angklung people, usually, tourists can also try to play the Instrument. Depends on the song selection, the conductor way of conducting, and the team even a non-musician can play an arrangement.
I did once play the instrument for a song there. But here in Clausthal, I somehow established an angklung orchestra, compose some cover songs and teach the group. We are a bunch of amateurs, yeay. The odds is we don’t own the instruments. So we can only train about 2-3 weeks before the show and after we borrow them from the nearest General Consulate. Just after our second play, thanks to the group from Indonesia who left their instrument in someone’s basement so that they can bring more souvenir from Germany, we now own the instruments although they aren’t a complete set.
I arbitrarily named the group Angklung Naq Maknya, the Mother’s Child. Why? Because compared to others, we are still a newborn and we need protection and affection from our mother. I’m overexcited to have the group grown in this super small town. We have more member now than our first show, and some of them also want to compose. Hope this newborn can survive the world till the end of time. Okay, here is our list so far. They are recorded live at Indonesia Night Clausthal 2016. So the sounds maybe isn't great. Enjoy.
Yamko Rambe Yamko