It is the love and care from surrounding that make it different.
In respond to the passed-away of my uncle and aunty Dharmawan as Bali Bomb victim leaving Shery,the daughter dan Reza, her husband badly injured, friends in Japan gather an effort to make ’sembazuru’. Senbazuru is a tie of 1000 paper crane(origami) believed by Japanese to symbolized hope, fight and miracle to cure. One can only wonder on the rough road Shery has to face.

I received two thousands one hundred and twelve paper crane folded by hundreds people from different ages and professions.
Five huge cards filled with hundreds messages in Japanese character (as Shery is Japanese speaking person, lshe lived in Japan for nearly 20 years).
Hundreds of e-mails from over 20 countries in all 5 continents in the world.
All send the same spirit to Shery and Reza to heal.
All send the same salute and respect that uncle and aunty went as the hero of the humanity and the peace.

The two sembazuru and those cards has been sent to Shery & Reza by EMS to Jakarta yesterday morning. The cranes are flying to reached the healing hearts, the healing souls.

I am humbled by the shower of care, love and affection.

In this tragic event, eventually peace and love prevail.

My sincere thanks to all of you who send their prayers, love and encouragement.

God bless you.

Today there was an earthquake and fire drill at the office. The once in a year practice, a common thing in Japan. Nothing like real. Announcement from the security that it has been earthquake. Without of course sense of urgency. Floor coordinator in their yellow safety helmet then instructed everyone to leave the table, no panic, no rush. All got to take the stairs down to parking ground. On the parking ground about 3400 of employee gathered. Listen to some of safety speech and demonstration on how to use safety device, fire extinguisher. Routine. Except this year, the fire department build up an portable room outside. It is a mock up of real full of smoke room. Anyone allowed to try to enter. In my curiosity, I join the line. Rather those in the front line. The room, full of non-harmful smoke (from dry ice, but thicker I presumed) It has an entrance and exit at the other side. One person at a time. One should walk in and go out from the exit. We were not informed that there are kinna wall inside (something like very simple labyrinth). So it was my turn. Entered. Can’t see at all. Seeing using my hand, try to grasp here and there to find out the way. Can’t see at all. In about a minute I manage my way out. In that single minute I learnt, how vulnerable a human being is. That room smoke was not real so I can breath easily. How if real? My mind flew to my children. How if we are trap in the situation? Outside, I stop a moment and embrace the life.
I am too sensitive or what.
But one thing I know for sure that I have to learn more about emergency situation handling and HAVE TO prepare that always-encourage-by-the-government emergency bag include inside some canned food, can opener, baby formula milk and bottle, diapers, blanket, drinking water, flash light and small radio.
One good point the fireman said was to agreed with your family on the meeting point spot in case emergency happen and phone line is no to avail.
Living in country that shake by hundreds earthquake in a day, this is a must.
Stay save!

Dear God,
Please help my shallow thought to answer the big question, why oh God? Why?
Please help my shallow soul to understand the un-understandable act people executed stealing your name
Please help my shallow angry emotion that has been detonated and feel like want to explode bigger than the bombs
Please help my shallow heart to grief. The pain is undescribable hurt.
Please help my vulnerable belief to stand strong, not shaken with the blast..once, twice… and now my family…
Please help God, please please oh please God…drop the really needed extra strength, extra power
for my loved ones for them to heal, for them to stand again,
and to carry on…

Tokyo, Oct 3 2005

Teriring kasih untuk yang tersayang Pak De Dharmawan dan Bu De Min
Terimakasih atas cinta dan segalanya selama ini. Selamat jalan…

Teriring doa untuk Reza dan Sheri, bangunlah adikku…berjuanglah…
Your are stronger than the bombs. Myrza dan Aulia menantimu.

Keluarga Dharmawan, korban Bom Bali II, Oct 1 2005