Larantuka's Lament
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
THE words rang out onto a busy road, outside the mosque of Postoh, a village within the city of Larantuka. A young priest uttered the profoundly touching tones in their rising octaves that dropped away as he paused to draw a deep breath: "Reeeeequeim aeeeeternam... donaaa eiiiiif domine.... Eeet luuux perpetua... luceat eif... (Grant them, O Lord, eternal rest, and the light that never fades... to radiate over them...)." Hundreds of other voic
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