ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 : [ 𝐗𝐈𝐈 ] ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 : memories in a city called paris van java can't be forgotten. there are many sorrows and joys in every footstep and every breath. always the center of attention, indeed this city is heaven on earth. will never be forgotten, even though it is old.

𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 ㅤㅤ𝐂𝐢𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐢𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐒,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1983.

𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 : open the door, there is a view of the city full of tall buildings and various means of transportation. stepping on rough asphalt, under the hot sun. many vehicles passing by, ranging from two-wheeled to one-wheeled 8. the sound of horns sometimes makes ears uncomfortable , inhaling dirty and smelly air until coughing. the desire to change this street to be more beautiful is very minimal, no effort from anyone. now only hallucinations can be felt.

𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 [𝗼𝗳] : standing tall under the scorching sun, many people are busy with their own business. the smoke from vehicles also sometimes makes the lungs congested. seeing all around is full of different expressions of people, ranging from hot to tired and even starving.

[𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻] : if you go back in time, really it will be very pleasant and calming. but what can I do, time will continue to spin and time will continue to advance. behind all that, there are many struggles from important people. must be grateful because this city is free from any threat. should be very grateful that we live in this beautiful city.


📍van java [area], 1983.