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        "msgid": "endearing-westerners-1447893297",
        "date": "1995-07-11 00:00:00",
        "title": "Endearing Westerners",
        "author": null,
        "source": "JP",
        "tags": null,
        "topic": null,
        "summary": "Endearing Westerners In 1991, I happened to be overseas for a while. Around a dozen of my friends back home were given my address, and I kept in touch with some of them, both Indonesians and foreigners. Imagine my surprise when on the same week as Idul Fitri a greeting card arrived from an American friend in Bandung. Underneath the regular printed message, she had written: \"Eat your heart out!",
        "content": "<p>Endearing Westerners<\/p>\n<p>In 1991, I happened to be overseas for a while. Around a dozen<br>\nof my friends back home were given my address, and I kept in<br>\ntouch with some of them, both Indonesians and foreigners. Imagine<br>\nmy surprise when on the same week as Idul Fitri a greeting card<br>\narrived from an American friend in Bandung. Underneath the<br>\nregular printed message, she had written: \"Eat your heart out! We<br>\nhave been having delicious ketupat and gulai over here!\" Ketupat<br>\nare traditional Indonesian packets of steamed rice, while gulai<br>\nis lamb stew). I was touched, pleased, and amused by getting a<br>\ncard from this unexpected source. She was not a Moslem but lived<br>\namong Islamic people in Bandung. Her card showed sensitivity and<br>\nthoughtfulness to an Indonesian friend.<\/p>\n<p>At a hotel dinner reception some time ago, I was standing in<br>\nline, empty plate in hand, along with other guests near the roast<br>\nbeef stand. The attendant was slicing pieces of meat with his<br>\nknife and placing them on guests' plates. When I got to the<br>\ntable, a westerner two steps behind me got served first. To the<br>\nwesterner's credit, he said to the hotel employee: \"This<br>\ngentleman was in front, you know,\" and demonstratively exchanged<br>\nhis plate of roast beef for my still-empty plate. The attendant<br>\nmeekly nodded, and even added an extra slice for me. What a<br>\nshame. At the next stand, I said to the westerner: \"Thanks for<br>\nthe gesture.\" To the attendant, I had said emphatically and<br>\npointedly: \"Terima kasih sekali, ya! (Thanks a lot, OK?!)\" after<br>\nthe somewhat forced extra helping.<\/p>\n<p>My final account involves an Englishman now residing in<br>\nIndonesia after living some years in Hong Kong. He stayed with<br>\nhis family for a time in a Jakarta hotel while waiting for a more<br>\npermanent place to live. While having a chat with him one night,<br>\nwe discussed a mutual friend we knew still living in Hong Kong.<br>\nActing on an urge, I said I would write the person a postcard and<br>\nbought one from the hotel drugstore. Rejoining my friend, I<br>\njotted down a few lines to our friend and addressed it (as is my<br>\nhabit): \"Hong Kong, B.C.C.\" My English friend said: \"You don't<br>\nhave to write 'British Crown Colony'. Hong Kong belongs to China<br>\njust as Jakarta belongs to Indonesians.\" To me, this was a very<br>\nsympathetic statement revealing a principled character.<\/p>\n<p>It is these types of Westerners that endear themselves to<br>\nIndonesian hearts.<\/p>\n<p>FARID BASKORO<\/p>\n<p>Jakarta<\/p>",
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