Thursday, December 1, 2011

Birdy Talks

Hello guys,


few days ago i went to Paris to met my AFS liaison, Lucile. we contacted through e-mail and we agreed to meet in front of the fountain Saint-Michel. it was a nice wednesday. i finished school at 12, the weather's great, and i got to go to one of the world's most beautiful city. what could be better? by the way, i went home and i made lunch (yeay finally i get along with the kitchen tools and the pastas) and it took like 1.5 hours to finish my business in the kitchen + crunching all of the masterpiece i made. --one thing about cooking and eating, it think its kinda weird that people prepare their dishes for hours and they swept all of those foods with their tongues in matter of minutes! like, 'what the? where was my dish? i put it on my plate after i made it with all my heart. i even spent hours to put dressings on it..' and when you heard the words 'they're now resting in peace inside your tummy, dear.' you realized that all the things you did in last few hours were just 'an ordinary lunch' or even like 'dinner in the kitchen', they wouldn't spent so much time on thinking about names like 'an evening with penne rigate' or 'a double-cheese-burger-without-tomatoes to remember'. you know why? just like i said, it is weird and its a waste of time.-- hm, by the way after taking care of my sweet little stomach, i took shower (which i didn't take for like 3 days). it felt so good. then i walked to the bus stop and waited like 20 minutes for the bus, and in the bus, people weren't staring at me (which was what i expected to be) but am okay with it. in the train station, i found no odds and i found my way to the train without any problems. i supposed to meet Lucile at 16.00 or 4PM but i got to the place an hour earlier so i had time to walk around and pretending to be an citizen here, not a tourist. i walked to Notre-Dame, which is just next to my place of meeting. here, i found something interesting.
i saw an old-man standing amongst the pigeon and i was wondering why. when i came closer, i realized that he was holding a bag full of breads and he was feeding the pigeons. few tourists, especially the families ones (you know the kids always attracted to crowded places) came to see what happened and even few of them were feeding the birds also. they all seemed so happy. and suddenly from behind of the place where i was sitting, an old woman approached the crime scene. the old man said "bonjour" to the woman and they did the Bises. then the man continued attracting the tourists even though i believed that he wasn't expecting that. and here's the interesting part. the woman, around 70 years old, started talking to the birds and she sat right next to me. she was holding a piece of bread which the man gave him so the pigeons were coming at her. since i sat next to her, i could hear all the one-way-conversation she had with the pigeons. she talked about her days, and some other things (yeap, my french is not that good). but from what i get is that the woman felt lonely so that she only had the birds to talk to. where were her kids? where were her friends? why did she have to talk with the birds, which she knew that they only came after her for the breads, why? okay i'm here not to give you guys lessons or to teach you some guides of life, but the point of my sayings is that old people should be taken care and treated well, by who? By us! the ones who owe them all the love and the kindness they gave to us. okay am done writing this, this whole thing gets me into some weird emotions and the images of my parents and grandparents of being lonely made me sick. am done. here's some pics for you guys to enjoy;

The old man and the kids.

the woman did some birdy talks

see? it was in front of NotreDame! i wasn't making up stories!




okay then, i think its time to end this post. sorry i don't have time to edit my words. all i want to say is just to encourage you guys to not forget about your loved ones, and the ones who loved you.


Kenzo.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Finding Home.

"Keep walking with faith even though you find obstacles or crossroads. By that, you will find home through struggle."


 


Dedicated to those people who already found their 'second home'.


November 20, 2011. Made in France.
Kenzo Alif Adhisatrio.