jakarta at dusk

't feels like living in another life time, sitting here with botseu in his living room in rasuna tower. looking at the horison of jakarta city from the balcony in the twenty ninth floor. although i can't hear any noise, i sense that all the lives down there seem very vibrant, energetic. i see that clouds are grey and far away. the sky's not as blue as finnish flag, but that's all right. the wind isn't blowing either.

one by one the city light is switched on. i look outside again, the city is now listening to the sound from mosque minarets. they announce the call for the faithful to pray at dusk. and then there is a short silence after the muezzins' call. time to pray.