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Thursday, May 19, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
It is late at night. My fingers are tired of putting in data into excel, a typical day as thesis deadline draws near.
The numbers I am putting in became a routine, in the search of efficiency my brain saw the number and focused on transferring it into my database. The number is the number of people who died from collective violence in Indonesia's provinces in 1990s-2000s.
My eyes grew accustomed to the numbers, ranging from 0 to 1000 at a point in time. They became numbers, the deaths. Slowly I began asking why. Slowly I began pondering about the people behind the numbers.
Having lived and studied in the Netherlands, where convenience and safety is a birthright, I began to contrast things with my country - where I was born, where chaos is constant. Is that why I decided to write my final thesis on it?
The mind ponders. The fingers type. The night serenades. The number stays.
The numbers I am putting in became a routine, in the search of efficiency my brain saw the number and focused on transferring it into my database. The number is the number of people who died from collective violence in Indonesia's provinces in 1990s-2000s.
My eyes grew accustomed to the numbers, ranging from 0 to 1000 at a point in time. They became numbers, the deaths. Slowly I began asking why. Slowly I began pondering about the people behind the numbers.
Having lived and studied in the Netherlands, where convenience and safety is a birthright, I began to contrast things with my country - where I was born, where chaos is constant. Is that why I decided to write my final thesis on it?
The mind ponders. The fingers type. The night serenades. The number stays.
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