Bule Tinggal Kampung
March 26th 2009 The best day of our life will probably pass us by without us realizing.
Was it the morning after I lost my virginity and tasted appreciatively the sour memorable lick of pink grapefruit, when for the first time I listened to Etta James’ At Last and felt the words were mine? Did it come about on holiday in a small fishing village on Crete’s south coast, posing with my sister and my
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