People were asking, that day, beside Umar Kayam's newly-filled grave at the Karet cemetery, after the rose petals had been scattered, after the prayers were over, after those who came and offered their condolences, one by one, went home; after the deceased had been left, and little by little replaced with memories: what did the author of A Thousand Fireflies in Mahattan leave behind? I couldn't give a quick answer, for any phrase was too br