Kartono (1939-2020)
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
One and a half hours before my brother breathed his last, I visited him in the Intensive Care Unit where he had been treated for a few days.
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HE was lying on a high bed, as though in a deep sleep. Attached to his body were various tubes and cables, where they went and what they were for I did not know. Above his bed were some monitors, flashing away. The room was expensive, cool, sterile. But I heard my brother’s every breath like a reluctant repetition.
I left the hospital to go home. A few minutes later came the news of his death.
It was no surprise. Kartono had been ill sinc
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