I saw a couple beneath a tree as I wandered
through a park. They were foreigners. The young man was peeling a
pine-apple. He worked at it conscientiously. At last he hardly had
anything left except its tasteless “spine” to offer his sweetheart.
Yet I
guess that it must have tasted sweeter than had they had the fruit
served well in the Hilton Hotel.
Here is an occasion for foreigners to learn from us, not from our professors, but from our fruit vendors. Ha. Ha.
The Jakarta Post December 31, 1986
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