I saw them, labors who crush each
others in a shoody green bus. Hot air coats that armada bus. We that have been
a long time to wait didn’t immedietly get what that we wants; a good journey
that we imagined to a goals that was called “LA”
A hour passed, we clamped Surabaya
hot atmosphere city within a box with our wheel. Every spans of that iron
transportation was fulled of human. That temperature force us to release many
of sweat from every pores. I still stay in silent and began to see their
activites. They seemed agitated.
Some labors started to send a
code about abnormal condition to the others. A driver was loss ang we didn’t
know where was him. One by one said ugly word and the others tried to look for
him. One hour passed, when every mili ob the bus full of human body, finally
the driver came with innocent face then turn on the machine.
The journey we faced in dark
moment. Hot air coated every span of our body. Perhaps just the driver who felt
fresh air of the way from the bust front window and several passengers who
accidentally sat closely the open iron bus door
In heat condition and flood of
sweats, they looked spartan and sometimes released jokes and humour statements.
That was amazing for me. In a violent situation like that, they could covered
their sadness with something positively. In gathering condition that forgot all
of their anxious feel.
Finally, they staid happy. Happy
in a public transportation violent service that wasn’t human. I was silent and
though that “is this happiness will cover their eyes and mind that someday
their ancestry have to get public mass transportation that more worthy?
Malang, 2016
A Journey in Malang-Surabaya
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Oleh
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