Almost indestructible
‘The edge of the sea,’ says Rachel Carson, ‘is a strange and beautiful place.’ This strange and beautiful place is a big part of my childhood as I was born in Bali, a small island considered paradise, part of the Republic of Indonesia, an archipelago of some 17,000 islands. Growing up in Bali, you would always know where this strange and beautiful place is—it surrounds you, geologically and culturally. Curiously, it was also on this strange and beautiful place that I first met my grandfather. As they say, the dead don’t talk in dreams. In that dream, my grandfather and I sat underneath a coconut leaf parasol at the shore, transfixed on each other in a pregnant silence. He was looking slightly past me. But before I go on about my grandfather, let me return to The Edge of the Sea.
