When we have no money in the foreign land, we will never want a heaven on earth to replace the comfort of home. Suddenly this tune will ring to the ear and it feels deeper than ever:
Negaraku,
Tanah tumpahnya darahku
No matter how beautiful Bali is, we still want home.
I wonder what all these tramps will feel when they really hit the road with almost nothing to hold themselves to. No money, no nothing. What would they have in their minds when they have hunger pangs?
Probably it would feel both depressing and liberating. I want to feel it someday.
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