Footnotes in Black and White

Panted and exhausted, we moved from Bringhardjo.

Didn't know where to go, and as usual a voice said: Kraton? then we steered there, only to find that all was quiet and empty when dusk came.

I only met an old lady with her pussycats in her bike and clearly that my existence there was disturbing her peace.



I walked out and praying time came.

Waited for friends that observing Maghrib, I took some pictures and then we looked for meals!