The past is a foreign country-as the famous saying goes.

Indeed it seems so: looking at photos of myself when I was 25 years younger, looking at scenes of the city when there were only five cars on the road...

We have a word in Javanese for that sensation: pangling. We are pangling when we almost do not recognize things we once knew. Time separates the now and the then as though dividing a territory into two. One 'place' we experience now. The other