Awareness of the existence of an increasingly fragile. In the desolate unrelenting power akan I think the Creator. This entity may be empty or only part.

At semarang city, Central Java. In fact-finding trip. I was in the room full of buildings. Nothing must go again. During the morning, sweat in solitude.

I make every body this tripe. Start my open door, and exit. Today I need to make searching for news, to the institutions of government there.

Early in the morning, hour hand indicates the time at 6 western Indonesia. I ride the small bus berarah to the western part of the city, still in the city of Semarang. I am still new here, I play in the play-like children play gasing. until the mother came out.

Mother coffee merchant, in the middle of the city. He saw himself, appears to clean the remains of the dirt on the plates and glasses. Take me to him, and buy a cup of coffee. With the delicate mother is making coffee.

While he see me weird, because I like it when people do not know the direction. "How where brother?" (The mother respond.

I replied, "I would like to Forestry, in Dr Soetomo of street ?". "Simply take bus yellow, later through here, waiting just moments?" (The mother answered, while indicating the direction my purpose)

Far in the heart, I smiled. Suddenly glass containing coffee, right in the side I fall. I apologize immediately, and then I spend the money 5 thousand to replace the broken glass.

But the mother refused the money of five thousand that I provide. He said: "This is the price glasses 1500 Be just."

During the trip I do not have a such. A mother who only sells coffee, but very honest and respect the people that are far and he has not been met.

If he read this paper, I want to say thank you. Mother is a person in The Olympian gods.