I go out with friends, walk around while waiting for breaking the fast. Indonesians usually call it "ngabuburit". Me and my friend, long time no see. This city feels strange. We are reminded of childhood. A naughty childhood, but the sheets are not the same as other children. We love being born here, we know the city is going down, we know this city is controlled by several people, and we know, we can't change it.
From the car window, i recorded this photography:
