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Father Jacques was abducted early in the third week of May 2015. He was sitting in his narrow room in the Mar Elian monastery on the outskirts of the town of Qaryatain in Syria when some armed men from ad-Dawlah al-Islamiyah arrived. Islamic State took him hostage. Not many people knew about it.
But the well-known German writer, Navid Kermani, who received the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade at Frankfurt on October 8 last, did not forget him. He gave special mention to Father Jacques in a splendid speech at the ceremony in Paul Kirche that Sunday.
Every October 28th I am reminded of soto. On that day in 1928, when the youths made their pledge for "one country, one nation, and one language", there was no general acclaim for "one soto, Indonesian soto" to be heard.
And so it is that we can still taste Bandung soto, Banjar soto, Betawi soto, Kudus soto, Pekalongan soto, Madura soto and so forth, all those sotos side by side from west to eastthis is what Indonesia is.
Nations are born and grow with a kind of forgetting. Nations are born and endure with a store of memories.
Ernest Rnan, in a public lecture he gave in Paris in 1882, concluded that "forgetting...is an essential factor in the creation of a nation." People of different origins, who perhaps even killed each other in the past, shed those memories; the strength of the desire to come together as one drives them to forget.
Before violence, there is no zero point. Before violence, there is other violence that we do not always acknowledge, and probably do not always recognize.
I am fortunate to have been born more than 70 years ago and am still here today to tell storiesI can remember my father who was shot, my uncle who was shot, my neighbors who were shot, the village head who was kidnapped by guerilla fighters and stabbed through the heart, the woman who had been a Dutchman's unofficial wife who was robbed and then buried alive under the kapok tree, the former leader of the revolutionary struggle who was invited outside by two visitors to his house, and then shot through the head, right beside the bamboo grove.
There's an old pair of shoes that became famous, far beyond the thoughts of their unknown maker.
In 1886, the Dutch artist Van Gogh, who was then living in Paris, went to a flea market. He saw a pair of shoes and bought them. One rainy day he went out walking in them, and walked for a long time. He wanted to wear the shoes outbefore painting them. It is claimed he said, "Dirty shoes and roses can both be good in the same way."
An old man, almost mute, his memory gone, and so too his son in a terrifying history: the senile man in Joshua Oppenheimer's film, The Look of Silence.
In Oppenheimer's film, which sets out to show the cruelty in Indonesia in the mid 1960s, this semi-paralyzed figure seems like an allegory of the horror and silence of the past.
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