Opa Johan’s Travel On His Bike
Someone below steadied my bike as I carefully stepped down from the overcrowded train some half a metre higher and as I looked up I saw a slender little girl looking shyly, timidly, embarrassed of her courage to help me. Remember this is Indonesia where girls aren’t so free with boys or men. I patted her hand in gratitude I could kiss it. I didn’t saw her climbing up the train and as I looked the train slowly moving again, I ‘m sorry I didn’t see her to say farewell.
On a muddy country road there was a very narrow dry part just sufficient for a bicycle to pass, She came, slowed down her motorcycle to have me pass first and sent me a gracious smile as her “hello”.
Then on an lonely road I encountered a very young mother, almost a girl, having her little child in one arm, while with her other hand was riding her bike. I nodded, kept up my thump. She smiled, beamed, was proud, happy that there was someone who could still see, appreciate her.
Sure, there is a lot of nice people on the road I met I’ll never forget. I’ve got such precious gifts as of a radiant smile, kindness, …, and costs me N.B., nothing. Don’t you think I’m very rich and a happy man? Aren’t you grateful, proud to have me as your husband? Ha, ha.
March 2010
Someone below steadied my bike as I carefully stepped down from the overcrowded train some half a metre higher and as I looked up I saw a slender little girl looking shyly, timidly, embarrassed of her courage to help me. Remember this is Indonesia where girls aren’t so free with boys or men. I patted her hand in gratitude I could kiss it. I didn’t saw her climbing up the train and as I looked the train slowly moving again, I ‘m sorry I didn’t see her to say farewell.
On a muddy country road there was a very narrow dry part just sufficient for a bicycle to pass, She came, slowed down her motorcycle to have me pass first and sent me a gracious smile as her “hello”.
Then on an lonely road I encountered a very young mother, almost a girl, having her little child in one arm, while with her other hand was riding her bike. I nodded, kept up my thump. She smiled, beamed, was proud, happy that there was someone who could still see, appreciate her.
Sure, there is a lot of nice people on the road I met I’ll never forget. I’ve got such precious gifts as of a radiant smile, kindness, …, and costs me N.B., nothing. Don’t you think I’m very rich and a happy man? Aren’t you grateful, proud to have me as your husband? Ha, ha.
March 2010
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