Since July last year, this is one of my favourite places to hang around. Yup, it’s the outer part of home for me, but probably also the cosiest spot of the unit I live in.
It’s not just because I have my cigarettes here, but also as the place when I like to do other stuff. I often read my newspapers here, along with a cup of coffee. Or sometimes, just sit and looking around. Yet, some more of my serious activities like writing the assignments or calling my news sources, have also been happened here.
And it is at this balcony, I regularly think about lots of things. About love and life, about study and work, about myself and other people. I think and write, or just thinking while having a wide open sight.
From this balcony, I see life. I see movement of people’s daily life. I see examples of human being and their time, their activities and even their feelings. Their sadness and happiness, their joyfulness and loneliness. All the things that I’ve ever feel in my own life actually.
Sometimes from this balcony, I can see somebody who’s having problems with their partner, with their family or friends. Sometimes, I might see a group of people having a party, or just chilling out talking to each other. But every time for sure, I would always see somebody’s busy doing something, anything that becomes part of the advanced life of this big country.
Once, I saw a group of official city workers cutting the trees. And they did a very efficient work, with a number of machines were also there to help them.
Lately, since a few weeks ago, I can also find a similar view right in front of me from this balcony. A group of worker is working on a renovation project, or probably building something new, in the small block of buildings across the street. And again, in every single day of their work, I make a lot of thinking.
I think about how they’re doing their job. Moreover, about how the similar view might look back there in my home country, where some rare and unique things could be found. In a development project like this back there, I won’t just see the workers or their supervisors and the material suppliers come along. I can also see some government officials come once in a while, to talk about paper works and maybe to get some kind of retribution. And they’re not the only one who would ask for retribution from the project, as the local gang would want ‘a taste of it’ too.
Well, that’s just a tiny example of what use to happen in my country. Of course, it’s not happen all the time, but enough to say it as a common activity. So, is it a prove of what’s called a corrupt-mental-attitude there? Unfortunately, yes, that’s one of them. Although I should say again that not all aspects in our country’s life are surrounded with corruption.
And so, finally, I would say that it is from this cozy balcony too, I sometimes think about – or dream of – the positive change that could happen to my home country in the future. Maybe not in the near future, but hopefully we’ll get there sometimes. And I would really love to be part of that change. I would love too … just as I finish my homeland’s cigarette here and put it off in my ashtray.