Thanks for the Ramadan info....
Many thanks to the several posters who offered comments on the Ramadan holiday. Will try to avoid that time period in Indonesia. Appreciate it guys!
My visit to Cynthia's village
[QUOTE=Mighty Spearsman]Unfortunately we may never know the truth about Cynthia's death....
Cynthia first went home to her "kampung" (home village) near Semarang in late June as she wasn't feeling well. Sadly, she never returned to Jakarta.
I talked to her on the phone a couple of times in July/August, also sent one million rupiah to her twice (through Rista). I stopped hearing from Cynthia once Ramadan started in mid-September as her cell phone ran out of pulsa...
Rista travelled to her kampung last week and met with Cynthia's family. Understandably they are all devastated by what happened, especially Cynthia's mom and 3-year-old son. I may travel to the kampung myself soon to express my condolences in person (yes, I know the family will ask me for money for the son!).[/QUOTE]
This is not a normal ISG report, but I think that those members who know the late Cynthia from Kartika should appreciate this info.
The above post was written by me on December 4, 2007, shortly after Cynthia died on November 20th.
Six months later, I was able to keep the promise that I had made to myself. I was in Semarang for my work, so I hired a car and went to visit Cynthia’s son and family in Bangsri, a small rural farming village outside of Jepara, Central Java, around 2 ½ hours from Semarang.
Cynthia’s family lives in a fairly-nice new house, presumably built with funding from Cynthia’s work at Kartika from 2003 to 2007. Cynthia’s mother is a pleasant but tired-looking woman around 50, and is the primary caretaker for Robby, Cynthia’s son and only child, who will be 4 in early September 2008. Cynthia’s father died a few years ago. She has five surviving siblings ranging in age from 31 to late teens (Cynthia was child #3 and was 26 when she died), her older brother and sister are both married with children.
I stayed for about one hour, which included a visit to Cynthia’s grave in a nearby cemetery. The family knew who I was (since I had twice sent money to Cynthia when she was sick last year) and were very friendly, but conversation was difficult as the mother, indeed most of them did not speak Bahasa Indonesian, only Javanese. I could have used my driver as an interpreter but the car was parked far away from the house (no road to the house, only a footpath). Cynthia’s older siblings did speak some Bahasa Indonesian and did most of the talking.
They said that they had never had a “bule” (foreigner) visit them before, probably the truth. Robby was shy at first and then started crying after I gave him a bunch of presents (clothes, toys, coloring book & crayons, a backpack, etc.), my guess is that he was overwhelmed by the whole scene. I gave Cynthia’s mother 2 million rupiah and smaller amounts to the two older siblings (who had children), took several photos, and off I went. By the way, no one in the family asked me for money or anything, I gave the money on my own.
Afterwards, I regretted that I did not ask the family to show me other photos of Cynthia from when she was younger; it would have given me more insight into her as a person.
Two haunting items: First, the only photos on the walls of the two front rooms of the house were a large photo of Cynthia and a smaller one of her father. Also, Cynthia’s oldest brother has a 14 year old daughter who looks just like Cynthia. Let’s hope her future is brighter than Cynthia’s was.
Note: much of this visit was arranged through cell phone calls with a couple of Cynthia’s friends who still work at Kartika, they were busy giving my driver directions to Cynthia’s house, and had given a heads-up to the family of when I’d be there.
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Postscript:
I stopped by Kartika at 4:30 p.m. last Thursday after I returned to Jakarta, bringing my laptop computer with the photos downloaded from my camera. Every girl who worked there wanted to see the photos, especially the photos of her grave and the group photo of the 18 or so family members. I ended up showing the photos separately at least six or seven times to groups of girls, even the mamasans took a look, and my apologies to the 6 or 7 Indonesian guys who were there drinking and who were ignored for 10 minutes while I showed the photos.
I then went upstairs for a nice 2-girl session with Rista and Sonia. Afterwards, I had to show the photos several times again to those girls who had missed the show the first time around because they were either working or had not yet arrived for the evening shift.
I was overwhelmed by the warm thank-you’s from virtually every girl who worked there (at that time there’s close to 50 girls on duty), who seemed sincerely touched that I had visited the family and then reported on my visit to them.