One dream, one love, one irresistable place.
To continue to enjoy Asia as i am doing this week / i mentioned a little bit in my previous post about asian cinema /, i want to tell you a story.
Asia is my passion – i love so many things. It might sound funny, but i love people’s faces, their nice manner of greeting people / salaam /, the way the women look – so gentle, so delicate, neat, bijou, their accuracy / as far as my experience with this/.
My first real meeting with an asian people in my life was in 2003 when i went to student’s brigade in the USA – in North Carolina.
Our flight was a little bit late and finally we got to the place where worked that summer about 11-11.30pm. Quite late and quite dark to be frightened when we saw that the people who were going to live with us were indonesian. But the big problem was that for us – me and my other bulgarian lady- all 6 of them looked like 1 person. We couldn’t recognize them at first – like 6 copies of 1 person. / I guess it’s the same for them when they have to recognize slavic people like us – bulgarian, polish, russian etc./
2 weeks later we realized what a great mistake was to think that asian people were alike. We started to talk a lot w them / we were living in one plece, so it’s normal/, to understand them more, their culture, there manners – the way they cook and how they ate the food – rice every day, dinner eaten with fingers. And … on a leaf a little bit for GOD. every day. That is something i will always remember – the gratefulness to GOD.
Day by day we started to learn more and more about each other’s culture, countries. The guys were always talking about Bali – about their beautiful island, not so much about Indonesia, but about Bali. It was like we were there in our thoughts. I said that one day i want to go to Bali, and if i find my friends there i will be so happy. To see those friendly eyes, and funny faces, like they stay forever young.
This was my Balinese story. Maybe not what was expected to be, but mine. It wasn’t about Balinese nature, population or religion, that was not my intention. I wanted to write about Bali from my point of view – based on my memories – the only information i need to decide to go and see the “Island of love”