Laksmi Pamuntjak*

And that night went on like the other nights. Warm, agreeable, noisy, the slurping of hot drinks and ravenous lapping up of gudeg.Umar Kayam, Mangan Ora Mangan Kumpul

On that murky Saturday afternoon, when sorrow prevailed over all the senses, the following was heard indistinctly, Uka was fond of food even until the end of his life. He knew food well, and he had a big appetite. Then, when the wind blew through the leaves of the