Superstition
Monday, September 18, 2000
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Quietly, we are yearning for ghosts and spirits, vampires and sprites, and unrestrained superstition. I remember a childhood of occasional sightings of genie shadows on the shed walls or amongst the thick leaves of the nangka tree. I remember Mother telling us that father would often go to the sawo tree in the corner of the yard at dusk to talk to the spirits there, so that we children would not be disturbed before sleep. Such nights, the keris
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