Entry 2: Back home
I was born in what they now call 'Old Shinkansen.' Back then my family was part of the 'new wave' of immigrants seeking for a better life in prosperous Surep.
Things changed. After almost 20 years abroad, it is time to come back home, to the smell of mum's cooking pots and old chairs in our small flat in Jakarta Street.
I still remember my years at the institution, the biggest school that had been built in the city, now with outdated facilities.
Back then it used to be a modern neighbourhood, now it is one of the oldest, even the areas called 'New Shinkansen.'
Old or new, rich or poor, it doesn't matter, it will always be home to my childhood...
The sunsets at what they now called 'Panasonic Beach,' at a time unpolluted, are now surrounded by capitalism.
There's a smell, a marine taste that Shinkansen will never lose.
An atmosphere of hard-working people who look to improve.
But that's not why I am here.
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