The city where everything walks slower.

Bandung is not just a city. But I know some of you won’t understand, cause you don’t live there for 10 years or so. Bandung is a history, it’s a memory and it’s magic. When you open your window and all you get are wind blows and all your eyes see are trees. That is my view for over last four years of my life there. When you go all the way down Ciumbuleuit Street and spent tons of laughs with your best friends. The best part is when the nights comes, I could just go across the street cause right in front of my boarding house there is this mini bar where my friends and I could talk about everything like we know everything and we are the smartest groups on earth and have the brightest future ahead. You have no idea how many problems have been solved by the beers that bar sold.

Morning in Bandung is also the best part. To be very honest I didn’t take any shower for some of my morning classes cause it was too freezy breezy. I just grabbed my books and ran a little. Outside, all the trees and winds were waiting. It’s like going to college in Norwegia or somewhere in Scandinavia land, although I’ve never been to any of it, but it is something like that, I promise you. And at certain times, all flowers of trees at the left and right side of Cipaganti Street are fallen off. It’s like fall along the road. If you never sit at the back of a motorcycle, stretch your arms as wide open as you can and take as many winds as your lungs able to gather, then you never know what happiness for me is.

The fact is I never miss a city like I always miss this one. And I think, if you never hold someone’s hand in this city just to fooling around, you’re never be in love..