March 13, 2013

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    Driving back to Melawati after our conference

    today, Amoi and I looked at the picturesque

    post-rain surroundings of the hills where she

    lives and sighed, as girls tend to, at the sight.

     

    I recounted my days as a kid walking to and

    from school in post-rain weather, breathing

    in cold misty air. She said the same of her

    childhood hometown in Port Dickson.

     

    It sure doesn't feel like that anymore.

     

    Carpooling trips with Amoi over the last

    couple of days have been really telling 

    about what's been going on in her life

    over the past year or so. Things have

    changed so much from the first time

    we met at my Eid openhouse in 2010.

    Bits of our conversations were, to me,

    very enlightening. There are several

    sides to her that I never knew existed. 

     

    I suppose we realise that continuously

    about our friends as the years go by,

    but it is always surprising each time. 

    I made a mental note to catch up with

    the newlyweds once work is bearable.

    xx

     

    Sebastian Saez was back in town for the

    Trade Competitiveness conference. 'Twas

    reassuring to see his familiar face again,

    even more so after that sensational week

    in Jakarta that comprised of dramatics 

    by the old fogues from the World Bank

    (and an equally amazing show by Benjy).

     

    Whereas before I had a lot of respect for his 

    work on services trade and the nefarious effort

    it takes to actually document and monitor its

    effects on countries around the world, after

    the conference ended his status in my head

    had been elevated to godlike. He is the Man.

    xx

     

    Newsweek's writeup on Chavez was such

    a good read. It's scary to think about how

    much people want to continue his strange

    21st-century socialist/autocratic leadership.

     

    Chavez passed on the 5th of March.

    That evening we were dining in a random

    pub in Jakarta when Martin tried discreetly 

    announcing the news: "My journalist cousin

    tells me that Chavez is dead."

     

    "WHAT!" we thunderously replied.

     

    "Shhh. It hasn't been broken to the public

    by the media yet. Keep it down, you guys.

     

    We fell silent for a while, thinking about 

    what happens to Venezuela now after a

    person as magnanimous (and demented)

    as Chavez leaves behind a government.

     

    Martin shared with us his experience while

    watching Chavez's last televised appearance.

    "It was this sense of foreboding. Everyone

    in the room who was watching it with me

    knew he was going to go pretty soon."

     

    From there on our conversation took on

    a thematic turn on dictatorships and,

    soon, of systematic genocide. Khmer

    Rouge, Bangladeh's war with (East)

    Pakistan, Kashmiri killings under

    India, and Mongolian tribal wars.

     

    Sebastian made an effort to thwart

    the direction of conversation towards

    Genghis Khan and his tomb - which,

    I only realised soon after (lembab

    that it was to stop us from going

    any further and risk making our

    German researcher - born and

    bred in East Germany before

    the Wall fell, uncomfortable.

     

    There was no closing to our talk on Chavez.

    Fittingly, like the fate of his revolution.

     

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