Escorted by Pak Sujana, the village head, the first person we meet in our visit on June 6th 2010 was this lonely old man, Pak Berag. He lives alone in a humble hut where he spent his nights in the darkness and loneliness. The first time we got there we thought it was just a hut for the farmers to watch their farming land in the daylight. It was a shock when Pak Sujana told us that it was actually the old man’s residence.
Above is the portrait of Pak Berag. It was hard to believe how his old fragile body could stand the chill of the hillside nights, especially when the rain falls. What would happen if he falls ill?
Above on the left hand side is all he has in his kitchen. And on the right hand side is Pak Berag in front of his bedroom where he spent his nights alone. No walls protecting him from the wind and mosquito, the roof made of leafs was full of holes, and look at his bed and the way he put his few clothes on the ceiling.
We are not in position to give him a company of course. But at least what we aim to do is to give him a better shelter. Nothing fancy, but at least strong enough to protect him from the wind at night and from the water when the rain falls.
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