It was a beautiful sunny afternoon in Nederrijn. And I miss journalism a lot. Oh the deadline, editorial meeting, and conference press.
It was a nice goodbye BBQ party in Droevendaal. And I was asked about going back to journalism. Oh life of mine, where are you heading to?
There were great great days in the field, in Karang Tengah, in Kebon Jeruk. And I am stuck here in the library that speaks nothing, but hypocrisy.
It was a pleasure to go back to university. And going somewhere out of Jakarta life. And, I believe nothing. Neither journalism nor academia. Nihilo.
