MY LIFE MY STORY

During my time in Makassar, sometimes I used to walk to Pantai Losari, locally called Pantai Losari, with two other refugees in the afternoons. I was the youngest of them, one was only a few years older than me, but the other one was an aged man. Beside our friendship, they were also my students, and we all lived at the same community house provided by the IOM. Though most of the streets in Makassar didn't have footpaths, but we could still walk all the way to our destination and back to our community house through the main streets. When we arrived at the beach, we walked across the waterfront to see the locals, the water and the sunset. We often took pictures together as memories, and each time we spend about 2-3 hours (4 p.m. - 7 p.m.) there. It was the only beach we could go because the rest of the beaches were far from our community house. We loved to spend time there because we could sit and enjoy the sunset. None disturbed us, thus we felt very comfortable there because the ...

Once upon a time, there were two old refugees in a community house. Unlike other refugees, they were both living alone in two separate rooms. They were respected by their fellow refugees because they were the oldest people among all the refugees. They spent all of their times in two separate rooms until the International Organisation for Migration decided to transfer the refugees to a new community house. This meant that they couldn't get separate rooms at the new community house again because it didn't have enough capacity. Therefore, they both had to live together in one room. It was very difficult for them as they were used to living alone in their former community house, but they didn't have any choice this time. They began to live together in one room like others. They didn't really like each other because of their differences and comportment, but had to get along and live peacefully. Both of them began to get rid of each other somehow and live alone in the room ...