a girl on the road
I see a child from a distance. Girl. She’s not far physically from my daughter. Maybe older. Five years old or something
I remembered when I was 12 years old, I drove a Fiat on this road for the first time. My father had found me riding a motorbike so he got his driver tutoring me hoping I could forget motorbikes. It was exciting -even though it was not stopping me riding bikes, cousins’ or teacher’s. This road was not completed yet at that time. Another end of this road heading the city center was still under construction, so it was a perfect track for a first timer. Several years ago they built a fly over to connect end of this road which is in a west part of the city crossing the Cikapundung river to the city center and all the way to the east. Seems that the fly over relieves much of traffic congestion, even though it sowed many critics from urban planners and environmental activists when the plan was announced. I remembered it also stopped for some years due to financial difficulties. I was also sorry my grandmother’s house underneath was one to be banished. Read more…
