Ma Vie en France

Comment t’es venu l’idée de t’installer à Paris?

C’était parce que j’avais eu la chance de venir pour un stage à l'Université Paris Sud dans ma deuxième année de ma première master. L’année suivante mon mari a été reussi d’obtenir une offre doctorant et donc j’en ai encore de vivre ici.

Depuis combien de temps vis-tu en France?

Cela fait deux ans.

Comment s’est passé l’installation?

La première année ça faisait pas si facile. Moi et mon mari, nous étions surprises par les démarches administratifs qui sont trés differents que ceux des indonesiéns. Mais ça vient de temps en temps. On s’adapte bien et finalement nous nous installons bien. Comme mon ami belgique a dit, c’est dur mais nous suvivrons J

Les français sont-ils accueillants?

D’autant que je peux me souvenir, relativement oui :D. Il y a des gens qui aident depuis toujours. Les amis français nous invitent chez eux au dîner, au soirées… même lorsque je visitais la ville de sa naissance, j étais invitée chez ses amies qui habitent là-bas et nous faissions une pique-nique.

Qu’est-ce qui t’a les plus surprise à Paris/en France?

Comme j’avais eu la chance d’habiter aux États Unis, je n’ai pas eu la surprise sur la culture (occidentale)… pour moi ça sent pareil. Les démarches administratifs sont le plus surprisants pour moi. En Indonésie, nous pouvons avoir des carte bleus avec tellement plus de rapidité  :D

Quel est ton meilleur souvenir?

Toutes a été speciale pour moi. Les balades au printemps, les viandes halales que je fais cuit aux diners, les amis multicultures… et ce que me rends heureuse le plus est parce que j’en ai tous avec mon mari à côté de moi.

Quels conseils donnerais- tu à celles et ceux qui souhaiteraient aller vivre à Paris en France?

Soyez patient et prudent :D Si vous en regardez d’autre côté, les choses douces viennent et la vie est belle ici. Nous devons suivre des règles et ça nous rends des facilités. 

Amertume

Is there anything more beautiful and yet at the same time, so sorrowful as sadness and bitterness that come to life? I hate being sad, but when I force myself not to, it just feels numb and I feel empty.

Today when Uda came home, he told me about this boy named Madi who is bullied by his friends when they are playing football together with the Indonesians.

I'm fed up with all the stories of children who lives in the environment just like Madi, and I hate it because all I can do is just praying for them that they would never be touched by any more violence worse.

Now that I live longer, there is not much more I can do than to embrace the sadness that comes... and be strong and hold my head up high, that somehow this life is beautiful... through its bitter and sweet times.

I pray that I'd always face the kindness of the heart of life.

Wine Toasting at Gare de Lyon (2)

What are you doing here?

It was two am in Paris in mid December 1988. Two young men, both wearing long coats and two kinds of hat; the shorter one wore a navy blue beret and the other one tightened his medium semi-boy scout-ushanka. They strolled along the area of Paris Champs Elysses, somehow this freezing cold forced them to look for a temporary shelter so they could go home after the snow stopped storming.

The taller gestured so the shorter followed him enter a small restaurant at the end of the road. It was one of his favourite place to hang out. The shorter man was quite surprise to see that inside it was spacious. It reminded him of some trick he learned from Fitzwix the old Royal Architect back home, but he used magic anyway... these Human Race merely used some (he found out later) interior tricks; less pillars, high ceiling, and of course, stairs that lead underground instead of upstairs. They seated themselves in the ground floor near the broadest window.

A waitress sticked out a pen and a note, ready to scribble down their order.

What, you have not been eating anything before? the taller man asked, raising his eyebrows. Hmm, said the shorter. He was indeed, confused. Why don't you order me the same one as yours? he shrugged.

So that was how they ended up together each savouring a bowl of beouf bourguignon, a bowl of boullabaise, a couple of profiteroles, and a bottle of red wine.

I do have heard this concept, though, said the tall man, Davidovich James Brownsimov. He smiled understandingly at the young man before him, whose face reddened because of the wine's heat and mannered like a child having his first sweet candy. The concept of dual... each vector space has their own unique pair in dual space. He straight realized it the time they got face to face earlier in the cafe he went into apprentice. That glint of excitement and naughty shine of the boys' eyes just reminded him of his own.

Suddenly the reddened face become sane, and the boy grinned extremely naughty. This is my first time arrived here, I don't know why The Door led me here, he said with a yawn. Usually I got to the other side of the world where the people are brown-skinned and women kept on offering themselves.

David laughed. Yes,this is definitely his dual. Oh well, he hoped that this boy would turn no boring at all in the end.

So, tell me... what was it like in your world?

Why so hurry? What, so you could sabotage me rightaway? The other boy sneered.

Both of them laughed and toasted. From now on, each one of them should be really careful on each other's mischieves.