AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 BACKGROUNDS
Jan. 14, 2007



HONG KONG, Jan, 14, 2007.

 

these are immigrants from Indonesia.

most of them are Muslim women and go to Hong Kong to work.

 

on Sunday they go to this big concrete place, close to these sport fields and take pictures at the dozens of improvised photography booths they have there.

they have different backgrounds and they make pretty poses with her friends.

 

its only girls too, no boys. i don't know.. maybe because they are single Muslims so they don't hang with boys at all.

 

they picnic under the asphalt bridge and talk on their cellphones all the time. i even got into a cellphone shop that put on a videoke thing at the back of the store to attract indonesian clients.

 

the girls were all together there, singing for each other while looking at the screen. lots of them siting on the floor with their Big Macs and chocolate sundaes along with the noodle lunch box they brought from home.

 

its a bit heart breaking but i don't know why. it should't be. the whole feeling sorry for people is an overall obnoxious feeling. i believe. 

i'm probably being sentimental about the whole thing.

 

i asked this police officer about them. he was there, kind of guarding them, in the field.

 

he told me they work in factories that are outside the city and can only come to the city on Sundays.

 

most of them had such naivety in they looks, as if they had a lot of hope somehow, and pardon if i've just sounded corny. again, i don't want to sound pitiful or anything like that, but i just could see some older ones.. 40 , 50 years old... you know, just thinking of them, leaving Indonesia on a boat (the guy told me they came in boats, sometimes smalls ones) - just thinking that maybe she left her kids there to try and get some money in the big city, stuff that happens all over the world every day, over and over, for years. just thinking about the wind on her face drying up the tears on the boat, and sunset after sunrise, the fear of not getting in, the fear of dying in the sea. you can't help imagining all that.

 

just thinking about the same thing happening with Mexicans and Afghans and so on... just looking at one or two of those faces made me wish them the best always, but for everyone in this situation. but for me it's easy to just come here and talk about it, feel really sorry, and go back to my youth hostel. just another backpacker seeing things, but not knowing how to act to make things better. at least not yet.  writing, taking pictures, shooting… does it help? its been done so many times, over and over. 

 

also, theres no aggressively to them.... you can go and talk and they will respond with such sincere kindness. if you take pictures they don't mind, they wave goodbye even! while in England for example, people are so rude even if you point the camera 100m away from them.

 

anyway, i should go back to the hostel room.

 

to be cont….


 


INDEX •IMMIGRANTSINDONESIANHONG KONGWOMENTRAVEL JOURNALJOURNALDIARY
OTHERS
DUBAI
SHARK IN THE WATER
LANDSCAPE MINDSCAPE
MANAROLA
HIGHLANDS
THAI JOURNAL No 02
FLORIDA SKY
FINDING NIETZSCHE
POPULATION IV