RENDANG

Mother Country The shades open for landing, I see the pandan-leafed interior expandingtowards the edge of a relieved horizon. As we begin our descent into the black smog of an emergingpower, I make out the tin shacks, the stalls selling juices, the red-tiled colonial barracks, the new mall.

Tara mama Nuantele se deschid pentru aterizare, vad interiorul cu frunze de pandan extinzandu-se spre marginea unui orizont usurat. In timp ce ne incepem coborarea in smogul negru al unei puteri emergente, deslusesc baracile de tabla, tarabele care vand sucuri, cazarmele coloniale cu gresie rosie, noul mall.