As this would be my first mission assignment, I never though that I would have survived so far. Coming from New York where the living is sophisticated, everything is available almost every where, in which a lot of us has been taking things for granted. It has been over 2 years since my first time landed my foot here in Monrovia the capital of Liberia.
The moment the SN Brussel plane that took me from Brussels landed at Roberts International Airport, once the plane door was opened, the
hot-humid-air greeted me as a shock, and seeing the surrounding of medium sized-rubber forest surrounds the air filed, and asked myself: “Whatta hell, is the plane landed at the wrong country, or what?”
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Ass, salam persahabatan Fr. Indonesia.
Wah... asik banget bro bisa jalan-jalan kenegri ikan sapu-sapu (tampang item serem baik hati suka bersihin kaca aquarium :P)
Sudah dua tahun disana lama juga tapi kok bahasa indonesiannya masih lancar..?
Dalam hidup memang selalu begitu bang, apa yang kita impikan, hayalkan, apalagi hanya sekedar bayangan selalu saja melenceng jauh dari apa yang sudah kita fokuskan.
Tapi pengalaman yang didapatkan tak tergantikan dengan nilai uang.
Mo tanya disana ada cew yang cakep ngak?
hehehe.
it's ok Be enough so many thank you
Aside from the influence you have emitted to the people around you in these two years of intense interactions, and vice versa, the article that you posted has probably the one that brought me here. And here I'm, trying so hard to put a a little advice for you to be the one who survives.
So, it's not a wrong country at all. Who knows what will happen NeXt.