<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:19:32.399+07:00</updated><category term='Aceh'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='Written by Abel'/><category term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>Thoughts From Another Place</title><subtitle type='html'>Bonjour à tous, veuillez retirer vos chaussures. Ne soyez pas timides, rentrez donc dans notre petit havre cybernautique. Pour partager, commenter, aimer, détester, critiquer, adorer, saboter (z'avez pas intérêt),amer-liorer, croustiller, grogner, karater, andouiller, papouatiser, débattre,avancer, tenter, métisser,poil-au-ner… Voici des photos, articles, idées, pensées, sentiments, chatouillements, grognements, agacements, tout ça très très gentiment... Hope you enjoy- Emily &amp; Abel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2889573334638120870</id><published>2008-06-20T10:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:28:43.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A huge step forward for women living in war situations</title><content type='html'>Finally the United Nations has recognized that women are at the forefront of war's atrocities, and that their bodies are constantly used and abused for military and political reasons. This UN resolution will hopefully lead to a higher scrutiny from the international community on war-driven areas and less impunity for sexual crimes committed during war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;      UN classifies rape a 'war tactic'&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;The UN Security Council has voted unanimously in favour of a resolution classifying rape as a weapon of war.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7464462.stm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2889573334638120870?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7464462.stm' title='A huge step forward for women living in war situations'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2889573334638120870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2889573334638120870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2889573334638120870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2889573334638120870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/huge-step-forward-for-women-living-in.html' title='A huge step forward for women living in war situations'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-667566978342599500</id><published>2008-06-18T11:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:09:42.777+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Cyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFiJ8D7_WjI/AAAAAAAABI0/xbqnoPLsYhY/s1600-h/singin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFiJ8D7_WjI/AAAAAAAABI0/xbqnoPLsYhY/s400/singin3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213068233623427634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFiJis8p7PI/AAAAAAAABIs/Rou77PJOrzE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Cyd Charisse leaves this world, taking with her the most beautiful pair of legs of all times, and off course, grace, talent and charm like little few remains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BBC Article: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7460370.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-667566978342599500?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/667566978342599500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=667566978342599500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/667566978342599500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/667566978342599500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/bye-bye-cyd.html' title='Bye Bye Cyd'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFiJ8D7_WjI/AAAAAAAABI0/xbqnoPLsYhY/s72-c/singin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-959990700894954750</id><published>2008-06-16T11:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:29:46.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days in Aceh- Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yoga Retreat- Sabang Island, 13th/14th of June&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Bastien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrwej-LHI/AAAAAAAABIU/E2MXBvYIAp4/s1600-h/n671528412_980446_5341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrwej-LHI/AAAAAAAABIU/E2MXBvYIAp4/s400/n671528412_980446_5341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212331361821404274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrwS9OUxI/AAAAAAAABIc/lz1kjadN4s4/s1600-h/n671528412_980445_2569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrwS9OUxI/AAAAAAAABIc/lz1kjadN4s4/s400/n671528412_980445_2569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212331358706094866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrU0dCB1I/AAAAAAAABHs/j-KXCbsP9P8/s1600-h/n671528412_980420_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrU0dCB1I/AAAAAAAABHs/j-KXCbsP9P8/s400/n671528412_980420_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212330886661539666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVITHJLI/AAAAAAAABH0/zQ3z0eW2-PU/s1600-h/n671528412_980425_6027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVITHJLI/AAAAAAAABH0/zQ3z0eW2-PU/s400/n671528412_980425_6027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212330891988640946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVc17yPI/AAAAAAAABH8/H8_9P1Blv3w/s1600-h/n671528412_980440_6713-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVc17yPI/AAAAAAAABH8/H8_9P1Blv3w/s400/n671528412_980440_6713-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212330897503406322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVqOVX6I/AAAAAAAABIE/_T11ypp0-PA/s1600-h/n671528412_980442_3820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVqOVX6I/AAAAAAAABIE/_T11ypp0-PA/s400/n671528412_980442_3820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212330901095407522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVreGEEI/AAAAAAAABIM/EaCa24vBxpU/s1600-h/n671528412_980444_9341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrVreGEEI/AAAAAAAABIM/EaCa24vBxpU/s400/n671528412_980444_9341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212330901429948482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-959990700894954750?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/959990700894954750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=959990700894954750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/959990700894954750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/959990700894954750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-days-in-aceh-episode-2.html' title='Last days in Aceh- Episode 2'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFXrwej-LHI/AAAAAAAABIU/E2MXBvYIAp4/s72-c/n671528412_980446_5341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5427297981615729475</id><published>2008-06-13T16:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:16:56.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days in Aceh- Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In exactly 16 days we will leave what has been our home for three and two years... Here are last pictures of moments, friends, ect.. in this place that we have come to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIkqPknaI/AAAAAAAABGM/IOaoi9L54oE/s1600-h/IMG_7466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIkqPknaI/AAAAAAAABGM/IOaoi9L54oE/s400/IMG_7466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307513473179042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erwin on lobster night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIlWzvKwI/AAAAAAAABGU/oB5rVvkP56s/s1600-h/IMG_7519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIlWzvKwI/AAAAAAAABGU/oB5rVvkP56s/s400/IMG_7519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307525436025602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our indonesian family... Putri, Huzna and Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIliaDJLI/AAAAAAAABGc/Z_d3hOOeQPU/s1600-h/IMG_7573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIliaDJLI/AAAAAAAABGc/Z_d3hOOeQPU/s400/IMG_7573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307528549508274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nos cherissssssssssss....Jude et Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIl7alEmI/AAAAAAAABGk/p898PW0fZrw/s1600-h/IMG_7630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIl7alEmI/AAAAAAAABGk/p898PW0fZrw/s400/IMG_7630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307535262618210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avec mes collegues Judith et Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJImaSAhBI/AAAAAAAABGs/pI-2yQlz43o/s1600-h/IMG_7673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJImaSAhBI/AAAAAAAABGs/pI-2yQlz43o/s400/IMG_7673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307543548167186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le plus beau bebe du monde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGwrGAKqI/AAAAAAAABFk/im6AW-44NzM/s1600-h/Emilywithhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGwrGAKqI/AAAAAAAABFk/im6AW-44NzM/s400/Emilywithhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211305520836651682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Traditional Acehnese wedding hat... for men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGxrlehaI/AAAAAAAABF0/ajtmDAN4xKw/s1600-h/IMG_7409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGxrlehaI/AAAAAAAABF0/ajtmDAN4xKw/s400/IMG_7409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211305538148533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGxNOD7mI/AAAAAAAABFs/M79Y3TtkXcY/s1600-h/IMG_7461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGxNOD7mI/AAAAAAAABFs/M79Y3TtkXcY/s400/IMG_7461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211305529997258338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lobster night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGyXsr9rI/AAAAAAAABGE/hTgqmAWSlNs/s1600-h/IMG_7510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJGyXsr9rI/AAAAAAAABGE/hTgqmAWSlNs/s400/IMG_7510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211305549989934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visit to Amna's classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFVps6vcI/AAAAAAAABE8/yVb19AI-K0Q/s1600-h/IMG_7292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFVps6vcI/AAAAAAAABE8/yVb19AI-K0Q/s400/IMG_7292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211303957094907330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFWNFA9FI/AAAAAAAABFE/dsfEjxwt7cU/s1600-h/IMG_7394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFWNFA9FI/AAAAAAAABFE/dsfEjxwt7cU/s400/IMG_7394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211303966591218770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFWr5dX2I/AAAAAAAABFM/U-Txw7hN3ME/s1600-h/IMG_7325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFWr5dX2I/AAAAAAAABFM/U-Txw7hN3ME/s400/IMG_7325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211303974864248674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFW_kPnDI/AAAAAAAABFU/L1lkyyJktLY/s1600-h/IMG_7386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJFW_kPnDI/AAAAAAAABFU/L1lkyyJktLY/s400/IMG_7386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211303980143975474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abel and Triangle staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exactly 16 days we will leave what has been our home for three and two years... Here are last pictures of moments, friends, ect.. in this place that we have come to love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5427297981615729475?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5427297981615729475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5427297981615729475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5427297981615729475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5427297981615729475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-days-in-aceh-episode-1.html' title='Last days in Aceh- Episode 1'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJIkqPknaI/AAAAAAAABGM/IOaoi9L54oE/s72-c/IMG_7466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5124634182947981821</id><published>2008-06-13T16:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:54:37.938+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol en Indonesie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDU1xfTAI/AAAAAAAABEU/IStFYkiP5Xs/s1600-h/IMG_7702.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bien qu'il lui ai fallu quatre jours pour se remettre de son dernier vol avec une compagnie locale (elle travaille a Air France), Carol nous est arrivee motivee pour manger des fruits bizarres, faire des calins a des varans, et etre bercee par les cinqs appels a la priere journaliers..&lt;br /&gt;Treve de plaisanteries, elle etait surtout la pour rencontre la famille d'Amna, et nous avons passes de chouette moments tous ensemble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDU1xfTAI/AAAAAAAABEU/IStFYkiP5Xs/s1600-h/IMG_7702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDU1xfTAI/AAAAAAAABEU/IStFYkiP5Xs/s400/IMG_7702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301744132180994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rizal, Carol et Elli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDVUZ5wiI/AAAAAAAABEc/n94cP-DkNnU/s1600-h/IMG_7752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDVUZ5wiI/AAAAAAAABEc/n94cP-DkNnU/s400/IMG_7752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301752354751010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDVlXGewI/AAAAAAAABEk/AlLJQ6hJFQU/s1600-h/IMG_7748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDVlXGewI/AAAAAAAABEk/AlLJQ6hJFQU/s400/IMG_7748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301756906404610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abel, emily, rizal, huzna et Erwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDWMe-kYI/AAAAAAAABEs/HRV0Dx8mlnk/s1600-h/IMG_7697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDWMe-kYI/AAAAAAAABEs/HRV0Dx8mlnk/s400/IMG_7697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301767408423298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a droite, les soeurs d'amna, latifah et huzna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDWnEis1I/AAAAAAAABE0/LK2wUCoW4Lk/s1600-h/IMG_7688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDWnEis1I/AAAAAAAABE0/LK2wUCoW4Lk/s400/IMG_7688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301774545302354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;repas traditionnel chez Rizal et Elli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5124634182947981821?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5124634182947981821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5124634182947981821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5124634182947981821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5124634182947981821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/carol-en-indonesie.html' title='Carol en Indonesie...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SFJDU1xfTAI/AAAAAAAABEU/IStFYkiP5Xs/s72-c/IMG_7702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7695727093379479002</id><published>2008-06-03T14:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:43:36.172+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Pictures from Aceh/Indonesia</title><content type='html'>Picture from a friend of ours.... follow the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/gonzo440/sets/72157600252939950/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7695727093379479002?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/gonzo440/sets/72157600252939950/' title='Beautiful Pictures from Aceh/Indonesia'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7695727093379479002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7695727093379479002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7695727093379479002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7695727093379479002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-pictures-from-acehindonesia.html' title='Beautiful Pictures from Aceh/Indonesia'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1800901179131661986</id><published>2008-06-03T09:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:21:12.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>D'anciens soldats israéliens racontent les dérives de l'occupation à Hébron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="articleSubtitle"&gt;Reportage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;D'anciens soldats israéliens racontent les dérives de l'occupation à Hébron&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div class="dateline"&gt; LE MONDE | 30.05.08 | 14h23  •  Mis à jour le 30.05.08 | 14h23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="articleCorrespondant"&gt;TEL-AVIV ENVOYÉ SPÉCIAL&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="firstLine"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;langui à la terrasse d'un café branché de Tel-Aviv, vêtu d'un tee-shirt à fleurs, d'un pantalon de toile et d'une paire de sandales, Doron Efrati, 23 ans, n'a pas véritablement l'allure du bidasse sans scrupule capable de tirer du lit une famille entière de Palestiniens à la pointe de son fusil. C'est pourtant ce qu'il a fait à l'occasion de son service militaire effectué entre 2003 et 2006 en Cisjordanie. &lt;i&gt;"On débarque en douce dans un quartier, on jette des pierres ou une grenade assourdissante contre la porte d'une maison et on hurle : "C'est l'armée, ouvrez !". Ensuite, on fait sortir tout le monde dehors et on fouille de fond en comble l'inté&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;rieur. Une fois qu'on a fini, on passe à une autre maison et ainsi de suite pendant une bonne partie de la nuit. L'idée, c'est de saisir des armes ou du matériel de propagande, mais surtout de maintenir la population palestinienne dans un état de peur permanente. Comme disent les chefs, "il s'agit de manifester notre présence"."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dégoûté par ce qu'il a vu et vécu, Doron a décidé de parler, à l'inverse de la plupart des conscrits israéliens, qui s'empressent de partir sous les tropiques pour mieux oublier. Son témoignage figure avec une centaine d'autres dans un livret publié il y a quelques semaines par l'organisation Breaking the Silence (Rompre le silence). Depuis sa création en 2004, cette association, financée par l'Union européenne, a récolté les témoignages d'environ cinq cents anciens soldats, témoins des abus, petits ou grands, vicieux ou criminels, perpétrés par les troupes d'occupation israéliennes dans la région d'Hébron. Des exactions encouragées par le statut très particulier de cette cité qui abrite le tombeau d'Abraham et dont le centre est noyauté par 800 colons juifs, barricadés derrière un dédale de barrages militaires qui pourrit la vie des 160 000 autres habitants de la ville, tous Palestiniens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ça m'est souvent arrivé de prendre la relève de collègues affectés à un barrage et de découvrir que des Palestiniens y sont bloqués et menottés depuis des heures, parce qu'ils ont soi-disant manqué de respect aux soldats"&lt;/i&gt;, dit Iftakh Arbel, 23 ans, une autre recrue de Breaking the Silence. Des humiliations, qui à la lecture du fascicule de l'association, apparaissent comme routinières. Il y a, par exemple, ce marchand d'accessoires automobiles chez lequel des soldats viennent se servir sans payer et dont ils menacent de fermer le magasin s'il ose déposer plainte. Il y a aussi cette unité qui, un jour de désoeuvrement, décide de casser les vitres d'une mosquée pour déclencher une émeute et s'offrir une tranche d'"action". Et puis ce &lt;i&gt;"jeu"&lt;/i&gt; que décrit l'un des témoins, consistant à arrêter quelques passants dans la rue et à les étrangler à tour de rôle tout en surveillant sa montre. &lt;i&gt;"Le gagnant est celui qui met le plus de temps à s'évanouir."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais il y a plus grave. Le témoignage numéro 49, donné par un soldat qui entend conserver l'anonymat, décrit en détail le passage à tabac d'un jeune lanceur de pierres par un officier israélien. &lt;i&gt;"Il l'a démonté, il l'a mis en pièces&lt;/i&gt;, raconte le témoin. &lt;i&gt;Le gamin ne pouvait plus tenir sur ses jambes. Nous, on regardait, indifférents. C'est le genre de truc que l'on faisait tous les jours&lt;/i&gt; (...)&lt;i&gt;. A la fin, le commandant a mis le canon de son arme dans la bouche du gosse, juste devant sa mère, et a déclaré que la prochaine fois qu'il l'attrapait avec une pierre à la main, il le tuerait."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iftakh Arbel a touché de près ce processus d'aliénation qui transforme un bon gars en butor. &lt;i&gt;"Tu alternes huit heures de garde et huit heures de repos pendant dix-huit jours. Ça t'épuise, tu t'ennuies à mourir. Tu te mets à haïr les colons à cause de toutes les horreurs qu'ils commettent et&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;les Palestiniens aussi, parce que leur existence est la raison même de ta présence à Hébron.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Alors tu&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;essaies de t'occuper. Tu contrôles un Palestinien sans raison. Et s'il ose protester, tu te retrouves à le frapper, juste parce que tu as le pouvoir."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parfois le défouloir se solde par la mort d'un Palestinien. &lt;i&gt;"C'était dans le camp de réfugiés &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;d'Al-Fawwar, au début de l'année 2004&lt;/i&gt;, raconte Doron Efrati. &lt;i&gt;Un gamin avait balancé un cocktail Molotov sur nos Jeep. Dans une situation pareille, la consigne c'est de viser le haut du corps, c'est-à-dire de tirer pour tuer, même si ce n'est pas dit explicitement. Le temps que l'on sorte de nos Jeep, le gamin avait disparu. Sur ordre de notre chef, une embuscade a été tendue. Le gamin a finalement été abattu par un sniper, plus de quarante minutes après avoir lancé son cocktail Molotov. Le commandant de la brigade a&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;voulu ouvrir une enquête, mais l'un de ses supérieurs l'en a dissuadé."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;En réaction à la sortie du livret de Breaking the Silence, l'armée israélienne a parlé de &lt;i&gt;"brebis galeuses"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"de témoignages anonymes invérifiables"&lt;/i&gt; et insiste sur son souci de juger tous les forfaits dont elle a connaissance. Fin avril, deux gardes frontières qui avaient tué un Palestinien en 2002, en le projetant hors de leur Jeep qui roulait à 80 km/h dans les rues de Hébron, ont été condamnés à six et quatre ans de prison ferme. Une sanction tardive, excessivement légère et surtout trop rare, selon Iftakh. &lt;i&gt;"Il faut que les Israéliens comprennent que leur tranquillité a un coût moral exorbitant&lt;/i&gt;, dit-il. &lt;i&gt;Actuellement, ce sont les jeunes appelés qui le paient. Mais bientôt, c'est toute la société qui sera corrompue."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="lien"&gt;&lt;div class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benjamin Barthe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1800901179131661986?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lemonde.fr/proche-orient/article/2008/05/30/d-anciens-soldats-israeliens-racontent-les-derives-de-l-occupation-a-hebron_1051796_3218.html#ens_id=891944' title='D&apos;anciens soldats israéliens racontent les dérives de l&apos;occupation à Hébron'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1800901179131661986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1800901179131661986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1800901179131661986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1800901179131661986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/06/danciens-soldats-israliens-racontent.html' title='D&apos;anciens soldats israéliens racontent les dérives de l&apos;occupation à Hébron'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7930584763321402332</id><published>2008-05-05T16:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:04:03.632+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GTZ Outing Day at Ujong Batee</title><content type='html'>GTZ in Aceh is represented by one huge Program, the Aceh Reconstruction and Rehabilitation Program (ARRP), itself representing five projects (on of them being ERMF for which I work for). ARRP organised a huge outing day at a beautiful beach in Banda... and off course the ERMF staff were the only ones to end up in the water... fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aLyS-r9I/AAAAAAAABBY/Min3sH8H-58/s1600-h/n779774205_394762_1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aLyS-r9I/AAAAAAAABBY/Min3sH8H-58/s400/n779774205_394762_1983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196830916046925778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matthias the Traitor (only Georgina was suppose to go in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aMSS-r-I/AAAAAAAABBg/nOyBvJEqP3Q/s1600-h/n779774205_394761_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aMSS-r-I/AAAAAAAABBg/nOyBvJEqP3Q/s400/n779774205_394761_1676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196830924636860386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aMSS-r_I/AAAAAAAABBo/V7K3w9telwU/s1600-h/n779774205_394730_644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aMSS-r_I/AAAAAAAABBo/V7K3w9telwU/s400/n779774205_394730_644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196830924636860402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the plunge with Matthias and Geo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aMSS-sAI/AAAAAAAABBw/I1XcI1PV4bk/s1600-h/n779774205_394733_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aMSS-sAI/AAAAAAAABBw/I1XcI1PV4bk/s400/n779774205_394733_1450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196830924636860418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZPiS-r4I/AAAAAAAABAw/-3ZWJ3sB3wY/s1600-h/n779774205_394723_8801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZPiS-r4I/AAAAAAAABAw/-3ZWJ3sB3wY/s400/n779774205_394723_8801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196829880959807362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZPyS-r5I/AAAAAAAABA4/MCbv2RKmmbA/s1600-h/n779774205_394722_8508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZPyS-r5I/AAAAAAAABA4/MCbv2RKmmbA/s400/n779774205_394722_8508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196829885254774674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZQCS-r6I/AAAAAAAABBA/phY8OrnqNTY/s1600-h/n779774205_394725_9321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZQCS-r6I/AAAAAAAABBA/phY8OrnqNTY/s400/n779774205_394725_9321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196829889549741986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A proud William before loosing the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZQSS-r7I/AAAAAAAABBI/50C7Km5WRfA/s1600-h/n779774205_394727_9841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZQSS-r7I/AAAAAAAABBI/50C7Km5WRfA/s400/n779774205_394727_9841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196829893844709298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nanda in action (but we lost anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZQSS-r8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/59diTs1Rp-s/s1600-h/n779774205_394740_3456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7ZQSS-r8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/59diTs1Rp-s/s400/n779774205_394740_3456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196829893844709314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ERMF girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7930584763321402332?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7930584763321402332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7930584763321402332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7930584763321402332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7930584763321402332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/05/gtz-outing-day-at-ujong-batee.html' title='GTZ Outing Day at Ujong Batee'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/SB7aLyS-r9I/AAAAAAAABBY/Min3sH8H-58/s72-c/n779774205_394762_1983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6359461346822802065</id><published>2008-05-05T16:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:45:42.905+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Times (UK): Aceh at risk of economic collapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Financial Times (UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;April 15, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aceh at risk of economic collapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;By John Aglionby in Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A failure to develop agriculture and other sustainable economic activities in Aceh threatens to destabilise the Indonesian province over the next year, the author of a study of areas devastated by the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami warned on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Craig Thorburn, from Monash University in Australia, said tensions could be exacerbated by the unreasonably high expectations of provincial and district leaders, combined with their low capacity to deliver economic growth and resentment over the allegedly inequitable distribution of funds to ex-combatants after the end of a 29-year separatist conflict in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty, heightened by national and local elections next year, has resulted in investors staying away from the northern tip of Sumatra island. Some 168,000 people were killed and 500,000 left homeless by the earthquake and tsunami that affected 14 countries around the Indian Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Thorburn said 14 companies had signed significant deals but none had actually invested.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a great risk in the next couple of years,” he said at the launch of a multi-donor report on assessing local capacity and reconstruction assistance. “People are adopting a wait-and-see attitude [towards investing] to see if [the province] blows.”&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture is likely to absorb most survivors currently in reconstruction, but recovery efforts in the sector are “barely getting under way”, the report says, because fields remain largely unrehabilitated since people have sought more lucrative short-term employment.&lt;br /&gt;A World Bank report on Aceh published last week reached similar conclusions. It warned that because of “scant evidence of private investment in the primary or secondary sectors of the economy ... there will be upward pressure on the unemployment rate”, while food imports increased for the third consecutive year in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Thorburn forecast that Aceh would have a bright future if economic and social collapse could be avoided over the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;The assessment report, involving input from the Australian and Indonesian governments, United Nations, Oxfam, Muslim Aid, and Catholic Relief Services, concludes that much of the housing reconstruction was too hurried, without sufficient community input or co-ordination. The result is that, in many areas, up to 40 per cent of newly built or repaired houses are uninhabited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6359461346822802065?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6359461346822802065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6359461346822802065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6359461346822802065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6359461346822802065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/05/financial-times-uk-aceh-at-risk-of.html' title='Financial Times (UK): Aceh at risk of economic collapse'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8557266193301298801</id><published>2008-02-29T10:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:51:22.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's inspiration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R8eBIAj9ZzI/AAAAAAAABAI/JN8OS-yhyPk/s1600-h/Emily+the+Strange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R8eBIAj9ZzI/AAAAAAAABAI/JN8OS-yhyPk/s400/Emily+the+Strange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172244671648065330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8557266193301298801?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8557266193301298801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8557266193301298801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8557266193301298801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8557266193301298801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/02/fathers-inspiration.html' title='A Father&apos;s inspiration...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R8eBIAj9ZzI/AAAAAAAABAI/JN8OS-yhyPk/s72-c/Emily+the+Strange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3728167485601593274</id><published>2008-02-29T10:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:43:34.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia: Muslim bridge-builder?</title><content type='html'>Interesting BBC article about Indonesia's role in the Middle East... At a time when Palestinian children are being killed with no consequences, it would be nice to see Indonesia stand up to its responsibilities and try to mediate talks or whatever there is left to mediate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;div class="sh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Indonesia: Muslim bridge-builder?&lt;br /&gt;BBC World News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7269017.stm&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;!-- S BO --&gt;&lt;b&gt;Israel's deputy foreign minister has called on Indonesia to play a more active role in the Middle East. The BBC's Lucy Williamson in Jakarta asks whether the government will listen.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3728167485601593274?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7269017.stm' title='Indonesia: Muslim bridge-builder?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3728167485601593274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3728167485601593274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3728167485601593274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3728167485601593274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/02/indonesia-muslim-bridge-builder.html' title='Indonesia: Muslim bridge-builder?'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-644578663263069782</id><published>2008-02-24T15:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:48:37.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Boire la tasse c'est rien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Je realise que je ne vous avais jamais dit ce que je pouvais bien faire ici pour soigner cette brioche naissante et persistante.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai bien essaye de trouver un endroit ou nager mais ca s'est avere vite difficile.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a l'ocean mais tout de suite on nage plus, on fait du snorkeling ou on survie ou on meurt noye (une quinzaine d'expatries noyes en 2006-2007, alors qu'ils nageaient pres du bord). Et il ne faut pas y aller seul au cas ou. Et il faut faire une petite demi heure de route. Donc l'ocean pour nager seulement on oublie, surtout pour un nageur confirme certes mais de piscine, ou les seuls obstacles sont les nageurs du dimanche, l'ancien sportif qui pense que toute la piscine est a lui et qui ne comprend pas pourquoi on lui rend les coups de coude, ou le gamin qui sautent de n'importe ou encore la mamie qui s'obstine a nager dans la ligne "rapide" et qui ralentit tout le monde.&lt;br /&gt;J'avais trouve par hasard la piscine de Banda Aceh. On m'avait parle d'une ancienne piscine, taille olympique (que je n avais pourtant pas apercu par avion), dont l entretien avait ete abandonnee suite au tsunami mais qui allait bientot rouvrir selon differentes sources... on m'indique la ruelle, je me precipite, je demande "swimming pool" et on me repond "yes miss". Je dis "can I go?" en indonesien, et la on me repond en riant comme une baleine "sur! on y va ensemble si tu veux! l'eau est comme ca!" en pointant l'eau de la rigolle a cote... En fait la piscine a ete abandonnee depuis le debut du conflit... il y a 30 ans...&lt;br /&gt;Ensuite on a deniche une mini-piscine type 12m de long en forme ovale avec des faux palmiers. Mais non seulement le prix de l'entree est equivalent a celle de la piscine olympique en France, et en plus ils mettent la tonne d'anti-bacterien-virus du futur. Quand tu sors de l'eau, les yeux sont rouges, la peau est blanche. On dirait un lapin de laboratoire.&lt;br /&gt;Enfin on allait aussi un moment ds un mini-lac au pied d'une falaise, une retenue d'eau e fait de la riviere qui suivait apres. Mais la retenue d'eau a ete rationnalisee au bout d un moment avec un beau mur en beton, et l'eau utilisee pour le village d a cote. Beaucoup moins romantique, et encore une fois c est tout petit, ca va va pour faire joujou mais pour nager... Et puis le jour ou j ai vu long long serpent traverse la riviere en aval, j ai eu un petit frisson et un grand doute quand a la faune et flore qui pouvait s'apenouir dans cette eau pas si transparente que ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors les solutions qui deviennet regulieres sont le badminton dans le campound de la Banque Centrale Indonesienne, ou je me fais exploser a chaque match joue depuis 6 mois par les indonesiens, meme le directeur qui affiche une belle cinquantaine d'annees. J'ai compris au bout d un moment qu'ils beneficiaient d un meilleur matos que moi, ce qui ne compte pas pour beaucoup en natation (peu importe le slip) mais enormement au badminton. Apres avoir cherement acquis une raquette de qualite, je perds de beaucoup moins du double...&lt;br /&gt;Il y a aussi le surf, enfin le body board. On a un spot pas loin magnifique, ou la vague est reguliere et se deroule bien. Pas parfait pour apprendre car ca peut etre gros, mais comme je sais nager ca va. Je survie.&lt;br /&gt;Je n en ai pas parle avant, car le surf est une belle lecon d'humilite. Je ne vais pas vous faire du Keanu Reeves ds point break, mais qu est ce que j ai ramasse mes amis! La vague est belle et reguliere car elle est sur du reef, et non du sable. Et y a de quoi prendre du plaisir car elle fait bien ses 2m en general. Apres tout c'est que de l'eau! Mais non, c est beaucoup plus, c'est une force un truc de fou! Donc depuis que j en fais, j ai bien sur panique au point que j ai cru que je me noyais, pris dans le courant en revenant mais ne m en rendant compte qu au bout de 20minutes, disloque dans les vagues comme jamais ca ne m est arrive les jours de mauvaises mer en Mediterannee... Bref, l'ocean c est plus fort que toi, meme avec tes petites palmes et ta petite experience de water-polo.&lt;br /&gt;Quand la vague met une claque, on peut pas se defiler en partant en courant dans sa chambre.&lt;br /&gt;C'EST DANGEREUX CE SPORT!&lt;br /&gt;Mais qu est ce que ca fait du bien! ca vide un grand coup, on prend des coups de soleil, on revient le gout sale dans la bouche et le squelette eprouve et fatigue et c'est bon.&lt;br /&gt;Voir photo de la vague ci apres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-644578663263069782?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/644578663263069782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=644578663263069782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/644578663263069782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/644578663263069782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/02/boire-la-tasse-cest-rien.html' title='Boire la tasse c&apos;est rien'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1243572621695601099</id><published>2008-02-24T15:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:23:16.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>La Vague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R8EpRjugvEI/AAAAAAAABAA/yQ_e_kabmt4/s1600-h/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;" id="docBody"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--Attention ligne utilisée pour l'impression--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jakarta, 15th June 2007. &lt;/b&gt;Almost two years after the Helsinki peace accord was signed, Acehnese civilians continue to suffer a high rate of combat trauma, the International Organization for Migration and Harvard researchers have found in the first Aceh-wide study of conflict related trauma and depression. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The assessment which evaluates the mental health needs of people affected by the 29-year conflict between Indonesian security forces and the Free Aceh Movement (GAM), was conducted with assistance from Syiah Kuala University, the Indonesian Health Department and funded by the World Bank, the Decentralization Support Facility, Harvard University and IOM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The assessment conducted in high-conflict communities across 14 districts of Aceh, found that 35 percent ranked high on symptoms for depression, 10 percent for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and 39 percent for anxiety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nearly three quarters (74 percent) of the randomly selected sample of the 1,972 civilians from 105 villages report living through combat, 28 percent have experienced beatings, and 38 percent had a family member or friend killed during the conflict. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Civilians in South Aceh and along Aceh's East coast experienced even higher rates of traumatic events, and as a consequence display high levels of symptoms for mental illnesses. For example, 41% of villagers surveyed from the south and west coast suffered high rates of depression symptoms, 43% anxiety symptoms and 14% PTSD symptoms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Psychosocial Needs Assessment of Conflict-Affected Communities in 14 Districts of Aceh was not designed to catalogue or identify groups or individuals allegedly responsible for causing trauma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the reports authors say that this traumatized portion of Aceh's population could be possible triggers for further violence, if left untreated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"These memories are alive in the community, and they have the tremendous power to reproduce that violence. These traumatized individuals can become stressors for the rest of their community," said Professor Byron Good, one of the reports authors, from the Harvard's School of Social Medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The report calls on the Indonesian government to fund desperately needed mental health services, as well as on the international community involved in Aceh's post-tsunami reconstruction to incorporate psychosocial care as part of their programmes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This report shows that many civilians in Aceh, where one of South-East Asia's long running conflicts has raged until recently, are in urgent need of specialized mental health care," said Professor Good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Developing a mental health system that reaches these traumatized individuals, who are often located in remote, widely dispersed villages, is essential for Aceh's future," added Professor Good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In response to results from this study, the World Bank, with funding from the British government's foreign aid agency, DIFID, has agreed to fund IOM's outreach mental health programme in Bireuen and North Aceh which will target 3,000 individuals, in ten sub-districts, over 12 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This unique mobile programme, which provides both basic health care and psychosocial care, will provide an important service to remote villages in two of Aceh's most conflict-affected districts," said Steve Cook, IOM's Indonesian mission chief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In response to the results of a 2006 assessment of Aceh's mental health needs, which revealed that civilians in three districts displayed levels of combat-related trauma comparable to the Bosnians in the Balkan war, and Afghanistan, IOM launched a six-month outreach health programme in Bireuen. Since January 2007, the mobile clinics, which work together with the government community health centres or puskesmas, have targeted 14,000 civilians, and treated 581 patients suffering mental illnesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © IOM. All rights reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6361646013413385566?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6361646013413385566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6361646013413385566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6361646013413385566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6361646013413385566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/02/study-finds-acehnese-suffer-high-rates.html' title='Study finds Acehnese suffer high rates of conflict Trauma'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2841698079061528092</id><published>2008-01-16T11:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:52:41.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did women fare in 2007?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; How did women fare in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This article offers a glimpse at a few of last year's gains and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; setbacks for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; women all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;By Kathambi Kinoti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year saw three female presidents come into power. In Argentina, left-leaning Cristina Fernandez was elected president, becoming the country's second ever woman to occupy its highest office. In her inaugural speech, Fernandez vowed to ensure the conclusion of the numerous human rights abuses cases arising from the dictatorship era from 1976 to 1983. Her election means that South America now has two women presidents; Fernandez and Michelle Bachelet of Chile.  Pratibha Patil was appointed President of India in July of 2007. She was a compromise candidate for the job and not everyone linked her appointment to progress for women's rights. A columnist in the Asian Age newspaper wrote: 'Don't mock our intelligence and call it a victory for women. It is a selfish victory for the Congress party and its leadership.' [1] Nevertheless, Patil set a precedent as India's first female President. In Switzerland, Micheline Calmy-Rey was appointed President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benazir Bhutto, Pakistan's former Prime Minister who recently returned from exile, was assassinated on December 27, 2007. Bhutto, who was her country's first female Prime Minister, was set to run for office in the country's upcoming elections. Her assassination precipitated riots and political turmoil. In February, Zil-e-Huma Usman, a female provincial Cabinet Minister from Pakistan's Punjab region was also assassinated. Her assassin, who confessed to the crime, told police that 'women should not hold important positions.'[2] In May, the country's tourism Minister Nilofar Bakhtiar was forced to resign after 'hardline Islamist clerics branded her 'obscene' for hugging a man after a charity parachute jump.' [3] Another female politician in Afghanistan, Malalai Joya was suspended in what she described as a political conspiracy, after she said that Afghanistan's parliament was 'worse than a stable.' [4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's participation in politics was the subject of a fatwa (religious edict) from Egypt's Grand Mufti in February 2007. In the fatwa, which generated vigorous debate, the Grand Mufti said that 'nothing in Islamic principles prevents women from holding high institutional positions and even becoming president...Islam gives equal political and social rights to men and women.' [5] The president of the Fatwa Commission of the al-Azhar University however drew attention to socio-political realities saying that even if Gomaa's fatwa is backed by valid arguments, in fact what he says is not viable, given the political and social situation.' [6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya's general elections held on December 27, 2007 saw fifteen women elected to parliament, a record for the country whose previous parliament had only nine elected female members, and nine nominated members out of a total of 222. The number of women in parliament is likely to rise after the different political parties nominate more women as required by the state's constitution. Despite this relative progress, in terms of women's representation in parliament, Kenya continues to lag behind its neighbours in eastern and central Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts around the world continued to take their toll on women in 2007. The situation in Darfur came no closer to resolution, with women bearing the brunt of the death, destruction, rape and hunger that came in the wake of the conflict. The Democratic Republic of Congo continued to see large scale sexual violence against women and girls. The Inter-American Commission on Human Rights reported on the rape and recruitment of girls and young women by irregular armed forces such as the ultra-rightwing United Self-Defence Forces of Colombia (AUC) and the leftist Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC). Leaders of these paramilitary groups reportedly force them to provide sexual services and do domestic work. [7] In February, it was reported that Mynamar's military has been guilty of killing, raping and torturing with impunity ethnic Karen women. [8] Disputes over the result of the presidential elections in Kenya have led to political turmoil. Hundreds of people have been killed, tens of thousands have been displaced, and there has been an upsurge in the rape of women and girls. [9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 2007, the United Nations war crimes tribunal passed a landmark judgement against a Bosnian Serb military policeman for participating in the notorious campaign of rape against Muslim Serb women in the town of Foca in 1992. The indictment against the policeman for the first time charged rape and sexual enslavement as a crime against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was tumultuous for women's rights defenders in Iran, particularly from the beginning of July. A number of them took part in the One Million Signatures Campaign that seeks to educate women in Iran about their rights and to reform laws that discriminate against women. Several women's rights activists were arrested as they collected signatures in support of the&lt;br /&gt;campaign. When some of them refused to sign an agreement to stop their activities, they were charged with 'actions against national security' and  transferred to prison. Other activists were arrested when they participated in peaceful demonstrations for women's rights. International pressure helped in securing the release of most of these activists, albeit under stringent bail conditions for many of them. [10] It was reported that in Zimbabwe security forces were routinely sexually abusing and otherwise torturing women human rights activists who demonstrated against human rights abuses, forced evictions and food shortages in the country. [11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abortion continued to be a major women's rights issue in 2007. Pro-choice groups in Nicaragua lobbied their Congress in vain to overturn a no-exceptions law passed in 2006 that banned all abortions even where the woman's life is at risk. It was reported that the ban has had a devastating impact on women's health and lives' with women being afraid to seek even health services that are legal. [12] In Portugal, after a referendum, abortion laws were reformed. Abortion is now authorised for pregnancies that are up to ten weeks old. In cases of rape, abortions are permissible up to 16 weeks into gestation and where the foetus is found to have a congenital malformation or incurable disease, up to 24 weeks. However a number of women were unable to take advantage of the new laws due to 'conscientious objection' by doctors. [13] The European Union's highest human rights court challenged Poland's restrictive laws on abortion when it awarded a Polish woman damages after she was denied abortion services in&lt;br /&gt;spite of health risks. Mexico City's legislature in April agreed to allow abortion during the first three months of pregnancy. Mozambique also considered legalizing abortion, pushed by its health ministry which argued that unsafe abortion is the third leading cause of maternal mortality in the country. At the end of 2006, Togo had amended its laws to allow for  abortion resulting from rape or incest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia is the only country in the world that bans women from driving. In September a group of Saudi women formed a committee to lobby for women to be allowed to drive. The action of the group, though it has not yet resulted in a reversal of the law, highlights the fact that no women's rights gains should be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quoted in 'India's first female president sworn in.' Reuters Africa, July 25, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Cabinet Minister Killed in East Pakistan.' Guardian Unlimited, February 21, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Female Afghan and Pakistani politicians forced from office.' Guardian Unlimited, May 23, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;4. See note 3.&lt;br /&gt;5. Quoted in 'Fatwa over women in politics stirs controversy.' AKI Italy, February 5, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;6. See note 5.&lt;br /&gt;7. 'Women Suffer Abuse Behind the Front Lines.' Inter Press Service News Agency, January 23, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;8. 'Myanmar military accused of raping ethnic Karen women.' Guardian Unlimited, February 12, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;9. 'Scores in hospital after rape ordeal.' Daily Nation, January 2, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;10. Radio Free Europe, November 17, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;11. 'Zimbabwe police torture women activists.' Reuters Africa, October 10, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;12. 'Over their Dead Bodies' Human Rights Watch, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;13. 'Epidemic of Conscientious Objection to Performing Abortion. Inter Press Service, July 20, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;AWID is an international membership organization committed to gender equality and a just and sustainable development process. AWID facilitates an open exchange among researchers, practitioners, policymakers and others in order to develop effective and transformative approaches for improving the lives of women and girls worldwide. If you are not already a member of AWID, please visit our web site at &lt;a href="http://www.awid.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.awid.org&lt;/a&gt; to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;The Association for Women's Rights in Development&lt;br /&gt;215 Spadina Avenue, Suite 150&lt;br /&gt;Toronto, ON M5T 2C7&lt;br /&gt;CANADA&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 416-594-3773&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 416-594-0330&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:awid@awid.org" target="_blank"&gt;awid@awid.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web: &lt;a href="http://www.awid.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.awid.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2841698079061528092?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.awid.org/index.php' title='How did women fare in 2007?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2841698079061528092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2841698079061528092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2841698079061528092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2841698079061528092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-did-women-fare-in-2007.html' title='How did women fare in 2007?'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-9106731009137607950</id><published>2008-01-09T16:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:51:43.840+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Dieng Plateau: the sulphur effusions</title><content type='html'>Be careful to not fall into one of these... it was quite impressive to see these bubbles just coming out of the ground.. and man, the smell was awful... It's quite scary to imagine what is actually going on under there that is making this heat come up to the surface! But as Bastien said... 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The road up to the Plateau is absolutely gorgeous, as if these mountains led to a second life, second world. The people of the plateau are poor yet  give away smiles with pleasure. The temples were  quite amazing, even though small. There a more than 1 000 ruins all over the plateau. Basically, one can nearly see the  divinity of it all and how it was when it used to be a sacred  place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SK7i31pdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/zl8CKGvTCW0/s1600-h/PC270499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SK7i31pdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/zl8CKGvTCW0/s400/PC270499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153396629196613074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SK7y31peI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xzKzyeQ2-jA/s1600-h/PC270498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SK7y31peI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xzKzyeQ2-jA/s400/PC270498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153396633491580386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SK8C31pfI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/7ZJut1fgDks/s1600-h/PC270497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dieng Plateau, is a marshy plateau that forms the floor of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caldera" title="Caldera"&gt;caldera&lt;/a&gt; complex on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dieng_active_volcano_complex" title="Dieng active volcano complex"&gt;Dieng active volcano complex&lt;/a&gt;, and is located near &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonosobo" title="Wonosobo"&gt;Wonosobo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Java" title="Central Java"&gt;Central Java&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia" title="Indonesia"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is the site for eight small &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu" title="Hindu"&gt;Hindu&lt;/a&gt; temples from the 7th and 8th centuries, the oldest &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu" title="Hindu"&gt;Hindu&lt;/a&gt; temples in Central Java, and the first known standing stone structures in Java. They are originally thought to have numbered 400 but only 8 remain. The Dieng structures were small and relatively plain, but stone architecture developed substantially in only a matter of decades resulting in masterpieces such as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prambanan" title="Prambanan"&gt;Prambanan&lt;/a&gt; complex and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borobudur" title="Borobudur"&gt;Borobudur&lt;/a&gt;. The name "Dieng" comes from &lt;i&gt;Di Hyang&lt;/i&gt; which means "Abode of the Gods" &lt;a href="http://volcano.und.edu/vwdocs/volc_images/southeast_asia/indonesia/dieng/dieng3.html" class="external autonumber" title="http://volcano.und.edu/vwdocs/volc_images/southeast_asia/indonesia/dieng/dieng3.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Its misty location almost 2000 m above sea level, and its mists, poisonous effusions and sulphur-coloured lakes make it a particularly auspicious place for religious tribute. The temples are small shrines built as monuments to the god-ancestors, rather than as a convenience to man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1407305644270267663?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dieng_Plateau' title='Dieng Plateau: an unknown wonder of the world'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1407305644270267663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1407305644270267663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1407305644270267663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1407305644270267663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/dieng-plateau-unknown-wonder-of-world.html' title='Dieng Plateau: an unknown wonder of the world'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SK7i31pdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/zl8CKGvTCW0/s72-c/PC270499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6753262853377657465</id><published>2008-01-09T14:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:25:26.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers of Dieng Plateau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SDqy31pTI/AAAAAAAAA84/NAE-YTnd5ao/s1600-h/PC260449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4YS31pLI/AAAAAAAAA74/FqrQ-jHnkfk/s400/PC270511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153376232396924082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4ZC31pMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/JUHYGqX39X4/s1600-h/PC270509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4ZC31pMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/JUHYGqX39X4/s400/PC270509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153376245281825986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4ZS31pNI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Dbr4XGKTQTY/s1600-h/PC270508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4ZS31pNI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Dbr4XGKTQTY/s400/PC270508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153376249576793298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4Zy31pOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/SJt9X5fuX6c/s1600-h/PC260474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4R4Zy31pOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/SJt9X5fuX6c/s400/PC260474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153376258166727906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are picture of Dieng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6753262853377657465?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6753262853377657465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6753262853377657465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6753262853377657465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6753262853377657465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/farmers-of-dieng-plateau.html' title='Farmers of Dieng Plateau'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4SDqy31pTI/AAAAAAAAA84/NAE-YTnd5ao/s72-c/PC260449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8037100425865607747</id><published>2008-01-09T13:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:09:25.208+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcan Merapi: the lava tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the 130 active volcanoes in Indonesia, Merapi is the most active. The name Merapi means "Mountain of Fire". The volcano is considered sacred and every year a priest climbs to the top to make an offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High 2968 meters, it is located 25 km north of Yogyakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#86a8e5;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mountain erupts about once every 5.5 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Voici des photos de la "lava tour" du Merapi.  C'est tout ce que nous avons pu voir vu que l acces au volcan etait ferme. Il faisait tres sombre et nuageux, donc nous n'avons meme pas apercu le cratere. Cependant, la trainee de lave etait tres impressionante. C est ici que l annee derniere  un village a ete detruit par l eruption.  Une ambiance tres gothique  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RxgS31pII/AAAAAAAAA7g/ScaGoD9bBho/s1600-h/n671528412_554903_4618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RxgS31pII/AAAAAAAAA7g/ScaGoD9bBho/s400/n671528412_554903_4618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153368673254483074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rxgi31pJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/CHSdZ83LbYg/s1600-h/n671528412_554904_5271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rxgi31pJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/CHSdZ83LbYg/s400/n671528412_554904_5271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153368677549450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rxgi31pKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/wbgMs24_bZ4/s1600-h/n671528412_554905_5572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rxgi31pKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/wbgMs24_bZ4/s400/n671528412_554905_5572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153368677549450402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RwuC31pEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/kYCPu1U_ajA/s1600-h/IMGP1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RwuC31pEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/kYCPu1U_ajA/s400/IMGP1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153367809966056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abel, Anne-so, Glen et Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RwuS31pFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/K88IRb7g7gU/s1600-h/IMGP1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RwuS31pFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/K88IRb7g7gU/s400/IMGP1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153367814261023826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glen, Anne-so et Bastien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rwuy31pGI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1r8Wu3FJxlw/s1600-h/IMGP1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rwuy31pGI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1r8Wu3FJxlw/s400/IMGP1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153367822850958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RwvC31pHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/GZfIIDE-bLA/s1600-h/IMGP1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RwvC31pHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/GZfIIDE-bLA/s400/IMGP1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153367827145925746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8037100425865607747?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8037100425865607747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8037100425865607747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8037100425865607747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8037100425865607747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/volcan-merapi-lava-tour.html' title='Volcan Merapi: the lava tour'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RxgS31pII/AAAAAAAAA7g/ScaGoD9bBho/s72-c/n671528412_554903_4618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3823622477859742428</id><published>2008-01-09T12:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:29:11.144+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve in Yogya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notre repas de Noel...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rbai31pAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bh4k_fM2Ovw/s1600-h/PC240358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rbai31pAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bh4k_fM2Ovw/s400/PC240358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153344385214424066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RbbC31pBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/HuTDXRTH8cg/s1600-h/PC240357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RbbC31pBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/HuTDXRTH8cg/s400/PC240357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153344393804358674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rbbi31pCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/g-WP3ywcG1k/s1600-h/PC240346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rbbi31pCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/g-WP3ywcG1k/s400/PC240346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153344402394293282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RbcC31pDI/AAAAAAAAA64/Xh_vUF-ps18/s1600-h/PC240347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RbcC31pDI/AAAAAAAAA64/Xh_vUF-ps18/s400/PC240347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153344410984227890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYrC31o-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/5AxdSYQwMVs/s1600-h/PC240360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYrC31o-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/5AxdSYQwMVs/s400/PC240360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153341370147382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYri31o_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/y-gwEZjMP8E/s1600-h/PC240359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYri31o_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/y-gwEZjMP8E/s400/PC240359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153341378737316850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYpy31o8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/lsf-qc3OfJY/s1600-h/PC250381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYpy31o8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/lsf-qc3OfJY/s400/PC250381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153341348672545730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYqS31o9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/-6WPWZ6xo0Y/s1600-h/PC250380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RYqS31o9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/-6WPWZ6xo0Y/s400/PC250380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153341357262480338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soiree dejantee a Hugo's, bar branchouille de Yogya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RWgC31o7I/AAAAAAAAA54/di-JQdnKzck/s1600-h/IMGP1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RWgC31o7I/AAAAAAAAA54/di-JQdnKzck/s400/IMGP1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153338982145565618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RV3i31o6I/AAAAAAAAA5w/6HYVIk7sO-A/s1600-h/IMGP1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4RV3i31o6I/AAAAAAAAA5w/6HYVIk7sO-A/s400/IMGP1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153338286360863650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3823622477859742428?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3823622477859742428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3823622477859742428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3823622477859742428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3823622477859742428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-eve-in-yogya.html' title='Christmas Eve in Yogya'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Rbai31pAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bh4k_fM2Ovw/s72-c/PC240358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2772004818619984736</id><published>2008-01-09T08:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:10:30.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abel and his presents&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QsyC31o3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KsvL1aoyIko/s1600-h/abel+et+ses+cadeaux.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QsyC31o3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KsvL1aoyIko/s400/abel+et+ses+cadeaux.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153293111894844274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glen and more orange... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Qp5i31o1I/AAAAAAAAA5I/QYa37jufzwI/s1600-h/PC250394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Qp5i31o1I/AAAAAAAAA5I/QYa37jufzwI/s400/PC250394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153289942208979794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QpBS31o0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/yDJOAdy7fM8/s1600-h/PC250393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QpBS31o0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/yDJOAdy7fM8/s400/PC250393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153288975841338178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QoJy31ozI/AAAAAAAAA44/RHa_Gb8WXiI/s1600-h/PC250389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QoJy31ozI/AAAAAAAAA44/RHa_Gb8WXiI/s400/PC250389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153288022358598450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2772004818619984736?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2772004818619984736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2772004818619984736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2772004818619984736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2772004818619984736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/xmas-morning.html' title='Xmas morning!'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4QsyC31o3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KsvL1aoyIko/s72-c/abel+et+ses+cadeaux.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1732721020749018400</id><published>2008-01-07T10:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:45:03.497+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday life moments in Yogya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GzEy31opI/AAAAAAAAA3o/WkV3lIUZ2yc/s1600-h/PC240323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GzEy31opI/AAAAAAAAA3o/WkV3lIUZ2yc/s400/PC240323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152596343645381266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Grqy31onI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/s7vt75wgEEE/s1600-h/PC240319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Grqy31onI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/s7vt75wgEEE/s400/PC240319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152588200387388018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Gpwy31omI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/FGdATG7-oUE/s1600-h/PC240320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Gpwy31omI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/FGdATG7-oUE/s400/PC240320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152586104443347554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Gmzy31olI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VRNBgsnYtOg/s1600-h/PC240182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Gmzy31olI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VRNBgsnYtOg/s400/PC240182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152582857448071762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Des batiks en train de secher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GlPi31okI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ySSSG-tNWxY/s1600-h/PC240282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GlPi31okI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ySSSG-tNWxY/s400/PC240282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152581135166186050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le becak, mode de transport national&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Giuy31ojI/AAAAAAAAA24/wQPhM_Es9rw/s1600-h/PC240155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Giuy31ojI/AAAAAAAAA24/wQPhM_Es9rw/s400/PC240155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152578373502214706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Ghzy31oiI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mACqRVu8hsc/s1600-h/PC240143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Ghzy31oiI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mACqRVu8hsc/s400/PC240143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152577359889932834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GgTi31ohI/AAAAAAAAA2o/40RQBFQ4kdI/s1600-h/PC220025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GgTi31ohI/AAAAAAAAA2o/40RQBFQ4kdI/s400/PC220025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152575706327523858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1732721020749018400?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1732721020749018400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1732721020749018400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1732721020749018400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1732721020749018400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/everyday-life-moments-in-yogya.html' title='Everyday life moments in Yogya'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GzEy31opI/AAAAAAAAA3o/WkV3lIUZ2yc/s72-c/PC240323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-161947844023071646</id><published>2008-01-07T09:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:34:53.754+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogya's bird market/ le marche aux oiseaux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GdOy31ogI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9-oFjRl08io/s1600-h/PC240170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GdOy31ogI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9-oFjRl08io/s400/PC240170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152572326188261890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GcUi31ofI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/icfg6rVeyuc/s1600-h/PC240179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GcUi31ofI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/icfg6rVeyuc/s400/PC240179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152571325460881906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GcAS31oeI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JYmxx6poaK0/s1600-h/PC240242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GcAS31oeI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JYmxx6poaK0/s400/PC240242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152570977568530914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GbOC31odI/AAAAAAAAA2I/OeWUNPJsbbk/s1600-h/PC240237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GbOC31odI/AAAAAAAAA2I/OeWUNPJsbbk/s400/PC240237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152570114280104402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Ga3C31ocI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mOMePYISvuc/s1600-h/PC240230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4Ga3C31ocI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mOMePYISvuc/s400/PC240230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152569719143113154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GZgi31obI/AAAAAAAAA14/kgTn3csSq6E/s1600-h/PC240227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GZgi31obI/AAAAAAAAA14/kgTn3csSq6E/s400/PC240227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152568233084428722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GY6S31oaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/NHh-WsFU6Bw/s1600-h/PC240225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GY6S31oaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/NHh-WsFU6Bw/s400/PC240225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152567575954432418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GX0i31oZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/3PfB1lJqd7k/s1600-h/PC240172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GX0i31oZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/3PfB1lJqd7k/s400/PC240172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152566377658556818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GXVC31oYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LV7Q-89iHeg/s1600-h/PC240212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GXVC31oYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LV7Q-89iHeg/s400/PC240212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152565836492677506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GWgC31oXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/i0_VGAum_-g/s1600-h/PC240203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GWgC31oXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/i0_VGAum_-g/s400/PC240203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152564925959610738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-161947844023071646?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/161947844023071646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=161947844023071646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/161947844023071646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/161947844023071646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/yogyas-bird-market-le-marche-aux.html' title='Yogya&apos;s bird market/ le marche aux oiseaux'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GdOy31ogI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9-oFjRl08io/s72-c/PC240170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7077973686348429961</id><published>2008-01-07T09:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:58:47.737+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogya's Sultan's Pools</title><content type='html'>The Sultan used to  have his numerous wives bathe in these pools.. and he would peek from a little window upstairs... ah, the real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GVDS31oWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xu92hO193DE/s1600-h/PC240295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GVDS31oWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xu92hO193DE/s400/PC240295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152563332526743906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GQvy31oVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/GorQZ6Pm5k4/s1600-h/PC240310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GQvy31oVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/GorQZ6Pm5k4/s400/PC240310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152558599472783698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GPjC31oUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wqmiy_eZ3ZM/s1600-h/PC240300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GPjC31oUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wqmiy_eZ3ZM/s400/PC240300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152557280917823810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7077973686348429961?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7077973686348429961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7077973686348429961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7077973686348429961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7077973686348429961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/yogyas-sultans-pools.html' title='Yogya&apos;s Sultan&apos;s Pools'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R4GVDS31oWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xu92hO193DE/s72-c/PC240295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3137372133968362169</id><published>2008-01-04T15:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:16:15.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Traditionnel Javanais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33rLS31oTI/AAAAAAAAA04/Gu1YKDFFQdM/s1600-h/PC230104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33rLS31oTI/AAAAAAAAA04/Gu1YKDFFQdM/s400/PC230104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151532128058843442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33qMC31oSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Gl9BJ_OIi64/s1600-h/PC230100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33qMC31oSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Gl9BJ_OIi64/s400/PC230100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151531041432117538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ptC31oRI/AAAAAAAAA0o/M9gPp9oWQqE/s1600-h/PC230101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ptC31oRI/AAAAAAAAA0o/M9gPp9oWQqE/s400/PC230101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151530508856172818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33o-S31oQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/69BceK6LYIo/s1600-h/PC230102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33o-S31oQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/69BceK6LYIo/s400/PC230102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151529705697288450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3137372133968362169?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3137372133968362169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3137372133968362169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3137372133968362169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3137372133968362169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/art-traditionnel-javanais.html' title='Art Traditionnel Javanais'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33rLS31oTI/AAAAAAAAA04/Gu1YKDFFQdM/s72-c/PC230104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3008088757160820849</id><published>2008-01-04T13:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:02:28.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogya: Candi (temples)</title><content type='html'>Sur la route de Yogya a Borobudur, de nombreux petits temples se cachent dans les villages. Bien que Borobudur leur fasse de l'ombre, ces petits "candi" sont tres beau a voir, surtout lorsqu'ils sont toujours utilises pour des prieres comme un de ceux ci-dessous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Premier temple et son arbre magique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ntC31oPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hD4EcyXW5ag/s1600-h/PC230117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ntC31oPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hD4EcyXW5ag/s400/PC230117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151528309832917234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33jES31oOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/EtzSfVBTjAI/s1600-h/PC230119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33jES31oOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/EtzSfVBTjAI/s400/PC230119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151523211706736866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33iKy31oNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/2fiqGGK8MKQ/s1600-h/PC230116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33iKy31oNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/2fiqGGK8MKQ/s400/PC230116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151522223864258770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A moment of spirituality inside the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33gpi31oLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/IyI5NSQhZyc/s1600-h/IMGP1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33gpi31oLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/IyI5NSQhZyc/s400/IMGP1802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520553121980594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33f0i31oKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rT-hAb2fM1E/s1600-h/PC230113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33f0i31oKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rT-hAb2fM1E/s400/PC230113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519642588913826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33dnS31oJI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wLR-SbBYQtc/s1600-h/PC230110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33dnS31oJI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wLR-SbBYQtc/s400/PC230110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151517215932391570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deuxieme temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33bly31oII/AAAAAAAAAzg/W5Mh9ucKp6o/s1600-h/PC230099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33bly31oII/AAAAAAAAAzg/W5Mh9ucKp6o/s400/PC230099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151514991139332226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33aQi31oHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/fiz97HhU1ZM/s1600-h/PC230096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33aQi31oHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/fiz97HhU1ZM/s400/PC230096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151513526555484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3008088757160820849?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3008088757160820849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3008088757160820849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3008088757160820849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3008088757160820849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/yogya-candi-temples.html' title='Yogya: Candi (temples)'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ntC31oPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hD4EcyXW5ag/s72-c/PC230117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-4041090130626055700</id><published>2008-01-04T11:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:32:45.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogyakarta: Borobudur Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left the hotel at 5 am to avoid the crowd... it was a great idea as we were able to walk up through all levels without nobody there! Borobudur is amazingly beautiful as it overlooks the mountains. From the very top, we got a heavenly view of the horizon. At 7 though, trouble arrived in the form of two Indonesian classes of ten year olds... the rest of the visit was spend taking pictures with adolescents and trying to escape a hord of uniforms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UNESCO description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This famous Buddhist temple, dating from the 8th and 9th centuries, is located in central Java. It was built in three tiers: a pyramidal base with five concentric square terraces, the trunk of a cone with three circular platforms and, at the top, a monumental stupa. The walls and balustrades are decorated with fine low reliefs, covering a total surface area of 2,500 m&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;. Around the circular platforms are 72 openwork stupas, each containing a statue of the Buddha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ExS31oGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MA4d21JRqus/s1600-h/PC230094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ExS31oGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MA4d21JRqus/s400/PC230094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151489899940388962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33EGS31oFI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0aE1iuL7O74/s1600-h/IMGP1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33EGS31oFI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0aE1iuL7O74/s400/IMGP1744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151489161206014034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33DHi31oEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NVvLZeIypPQ/s1600-h/PC230089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33DHi31oEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NVvLZeIypPQ/s400/PC230089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488083169222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33CiC31oDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Zz0ltnVWueQ/s1600-h/PC230086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33CiC31oDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Zz0ltnVWueQ/s400/PC230086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151487438924128306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33Byy31oCI/AAAAAAAAAyw/nI2JSlXjXns/s1600-h/PC230081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33Byy31oCI/AAAAAAAAAyw/nI2JSlXjXns/s400/PC230081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486627175309346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33BLC31oBI/AAAAAAAAAyo/t7JdZoi0B7U/s1600-h/PC230080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33BLC31oBI/AAAAAAAAAyo/t7JdZoi0B7U/s400/PC230080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151485944275509266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33AyS31oAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qDavAFfXW5M/s1600-h/PC230066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33AyS31oAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qDavAFfXW5M/s400/PC230066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151485519073746946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33AFy31n_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/sad_zG00Ppg/s1600-h/PC230077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33AFy31n_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/sad_zG00Ppg/s400/PC230077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151484754569568242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32_ii31n-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JFq3rA3aepE/s1600-h/PC230067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32_ii31n-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JFq3rA3aepE/s400/PC230067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151484148979179490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32_GS31n9I/AAAAAAAAAyI/oHhiCOK-VA4/s1600-h/PC230064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32_GS31n9I/AAAAAAAAAyI/oHhiCOK-VA4/s400/PC230064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151483663647875026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-4041090130626055700?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4041090130626055700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=4041090130626055700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4041090130626055700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4041090130626055700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/jogyakarta-borobudur-temple.html' title='Jogyakarta: Borobudur Temple'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R33ExS31oGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MA4d21JRqus/s72-c/PC230094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1023489724178602182</id><published>2008-01-04T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:56:30.531+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at our place, december 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homemade xmas tree...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R328SS31n8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ZSk_-g9yCYY/s1600-h/IMGP1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R328SS31n8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ZSk_-g9yCYY/s400/IMGP1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151480571271421890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benoit et mesdames les tomates farcies&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R326bS31n7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/PcFNcKlKndc/s1600-h/IMGP1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R326bS31n7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/PcFNcKlKndc/s400/IMGP1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478526866988978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xmas goodies...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R324_C31n6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/9BEK87AK4Xg/s1600-h/IMGP1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R324_C31n6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/9BEK87AK4Xg/s400/IMGP1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151476942024056738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R322ri31n5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/SJIRiyFFvXg/s1600-h/IMGP1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R322ri31n5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/SJIRiyFFvXg/s400/IMGP1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151474407993352082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne-So, Abel et Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R320oC31n4I/AAAAAAAAAxg/of60MACrZ40/s1600-h/IMGP1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R320oC31n4I/AAAAAAAAAxg/of60MACrZ40/s400/IMGP1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151472148840554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32y6C31n3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/OalEukSK5HY/s1600-h/IMGP1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32y6C31n3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/OalEukSK5HY/s400/IMGP1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151470259054944114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New goggles for Alex...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32xPy31n2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/a_0Aa6MF--o/s1600-h/IMGP1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32xPy31n2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/a_0Aa6MF--o/s400/IMGP1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151468433693843298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh My!Alex, is that a spiderman present???&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32vby31n1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/xVEiBcX4q3Q/s1600-h/IMGP1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32vby31n1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/xVEiBcX4q3Q/s400/IMGP1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151466440829017938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debalage de cadeaux pour Adele et Momo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32orC31n0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ahiPLp7Less/s1600-h/IMGP1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32orC31n0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ahiPLp7Less/s400/IMGP1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151459006240628546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1023489724178602182?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1023489724178602182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1023489724178602182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1023489724178602182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1023489724178602182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-at-our-place-december-19th.html' title='Christmas at our place, december 19th'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R328SS31n8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ZSk_-g9yCYY/s72-c/IMGP1641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3248153102704783173</id><published>2008-01-04T09:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:22:47.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween with the crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Group picture: Do we look ridiculous or what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32k7i31nzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4SJei8OBwuI/s1600-h/IMGP0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32k7i31nzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4SJei8OBwuI/s400/IMGP0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151454891661958962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32jhS31nyI/AAAAAAAAAww/CmIMk0YOHWg/s1600-h/IMGP0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32jhS31nyI/AAAAAAAAAww/CmIMk0YOHWg/s400/IMGP0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151453341178765090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to see it to believe it.. From left to right, Nick, Ed, Monica and Abel&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32i9S31nxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/fdYMYeTSWYo/s1600-h/IMGP0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32i9S31nxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/fdYMYeTSWYo/s400/IMGP0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151452722703474450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monica and Georgina looking sexy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32gTi31nvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/YuuWsJYwfzI/s1600-h/IMGP0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32gTi31nvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/YuuWsJYwfzI/s400/IMGP0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151449806420680434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32eJS31nuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_NkzTxO2uOw/s1600-h/IMGP0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32eJS31nuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_NkzTxO2uOw/s400/IMGP0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151447431303765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32a9S31nsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wa1OVExQNdk/s1600-h/IMGP0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32a9S31nsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wa1OVExQNdk/s400/IMGP0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151443926610452162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3248153102704783173?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3248153102704783173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3248153102704783173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3248153102704783173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3248153102704783173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2008/01/halloween-with-crew.html' title='Halloween with the crew'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R32k7i31nzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4SJei8OBwuI/s72-c/IMGP0799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6320507730578784805</id><published>2007-12-13T14:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:59:57.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>social violence in aceh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can feel the difference between a peaceful society and a post-conflict one... there is no such thing as social peace and order here... and for once, let's get out of Banda Aceh to get a real sense of what's going on here.. I don't know if some of you remember pictures and stories from Lhokseumawe, a town six hours from Banda where we have a field office... I was down there to conduct field surveys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my collegue is currently down there to close our office there.. Our programs are finished. Late last night, a group of twenty men from the "village" (actually just a bunch of violent idiots who probably came from all over town) showed up at the office where the moving truck was and started threatening our staff. They wanted to be hired to "move" us (meaning filling in the truck) for 1 million 500 thousand rupiah. We already had someone doing it for 500 thousand. They became violent and angry when our staff told them that off course they would not pay three times the price. This morning, they came back, and stopped all activities in the office. They went up towards our drivers and other staff carrying things and threatened to beat them up if they did not stop immediately. Our staff closed the gates and locked themselves in the office and called the police... The "police" came, meaning two officers who started negotiating the amount instead of immediately telling the people to leave. This group of men have NO rights whatsoever... But they are putting pressure on other people and getting what they want from it.. In the end, one of our staffs agreed to give 200 thousand rupiah more and therefore paying them 700 thousand roupiahs. It was accepted, and that group carried the office furniture into the truck, not forgetting to steal several things on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how groups of people can have such a power on others.. The threats are still very much taken seriously, probably as much as during conflict times. Of all people present, even the police, nobody reminded these people they had no business being in our office and that they had no revendications to bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wounds of a post-conflict society are hard to heal. And actually, after the blissful immediate post-peace agreement period, I'm scared Aceh is getting back on the wrong tracks.. Only time will set that record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's end on a much more positive note: here are some of my GTZ colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R2DlF9dny5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/qqTgZSDp6fg/s1600-h/DSCF1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R2DlF9dny5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/qqTgZSDp6fg/s400/DSCF1405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143362665018018706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Intant, Nanda and Hani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthias, far right, Hani, center, and another Matthias behind the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R2Dhuddny4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/RSqfHM_7lbY/s1600-h/DSCF1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R2Dhuddny4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/RSqfHM_7lbY/s400/DSCF1388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143358962756209538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6320507730578784805?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6320507730578784805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6320507730578784805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6320507730578784805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6320507730578784805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/12/social-violence-in-aceh.html' title='social violence in aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/R2DlF9dny5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/qqTgZSDp6fg/s72-c/DSCF1405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6376739646742319758</id><published>2007-11-08T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:00:56.477+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip to Lhokseumawe</title><content type='html'>Me revoila revenue a Banda Aceh apres trois semaines a Lhokseumawe (bon je l'avoue.. je rentrais les week end..) pour superviser une etude d'impact de deux de nos projets "Back to Business". C'etait au final tres chouette de decouvrir une autre ville et aussi d'aller a la rencontre de nos beneficiaires dans les villages... Lhokseumawe se trouve a cinq heures de Banda Aceh, et a souffert differemment (peu de Tsunami, mais enormement de problemes lies au conflit arme, encore maintenant...)&lt;br /&gt;Voici donc des photos, de notre equipe d'interviewers aux gens dans les villages.... que du bonheur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the villages&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzLA4VmSGtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zrwwAgho1Fs/s1600-h/Pembukaan+Survey+K.Cangkoy+%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzLA4VmSGtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zrwwAgho1Fs/s400/Pembukaan+Survey+K.Cangkoy+%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130374999631338194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzLAa1mSGsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Hh4VOv_IuIs/s1600-h/Pembukaan+Survey+K.Cangkoy+%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzLAa1mSGsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Hh4VOv_IuIs/s400/Pembukaan+Survey+K.Cangkoy+%2822%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130374492825197250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK_0FmSGrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t55Oq3LhEDE/s1600-h/BTB+Survey+di+Matang+baroeh+T.Pasir+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK_0FmSGrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t55Oq3LhEDE/s400/BTB+Survey+di+Matang+baroeh+T.Pasir+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130373827105266354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK-tlmSGpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LpylHkLif84/s1600-h/BTB+Survey+di+Matang+baroeh+T.Pasir+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK-tlmSGpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LpylHkLif84/s400/BTB+Survey+di+Matang+baroeh+T.Pasir+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130372615924488850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewing our beneficiaries... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK_JVmSGqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/IFHHbj8xcQ8/s1600-h/BTB+Survey+di+Matang+baroeh+T.Pasir+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK_JVmSGqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/IFHHbj8xcQ8/s400/BTB+Survey+di+Matang+baroeh+T.Pasir+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130373092665858722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK-aFmSGoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BlrtK3fPb7c/s1600-h/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK-aFmSGoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BlrtK3fPb7c/s400/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2852%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130372280917039746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK9vFmSGnI/AAAAAAAAAus/_qi-jJD1BTM/s1600-h/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2850%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK9vFmSGnI/AAAAAAAAAus/_qi-jJD1BTM/s400/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2850%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130371542182664818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK9FFmSGmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xaKi46vvi8M/s1600-h/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2847%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK9FFmSGmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xaKi46vvi8M/s400/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2847%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130370820628159074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK8gVmSGlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/C72JbvPGLK4/s1600-h/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK8gVmSGlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/C72JbvPGLK4/s400/Survey+Seunuddon+30-10-2007+%2819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130370189267966546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK77lmSGkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/k2vRXj4efcI/s1600-h/BTB+Survey+at+Tanoeh+Anoe,Keudee+Manee+and+Mnsh.Lhok+Mua+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK77lmSGkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/k2vRXj4efcI/s400/BTB+Survey+at+Tanoeh+Anoe,Keudee+Manee+and+Mnsh.Lhok+Mua+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130369557907774018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK7kVmSGjI/AAAAAAAAAuM/K816QSIyelA/s1600-h/BTB+Survey+at+Tanoeh+Anoe,Keudee+Manee+and+Mnsh.Lhok+Mu+%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK7kVmSGjI/AAAAAAAAAuM/K816QSIyelA/s400/BTB+Survey+at+Tanoeh+Anoe,Keudee+Manee+and+Mnsh.Lhok+Mu+%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130369158475815474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the training I conducted on team building and how to do a survey...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK4YVmSGgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/6rI9pv2CiHo/s1600-h/team+building+training+for+survey+26-10-2007+in+office+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK4YVmSGgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/6rI9pv2CiHo/s400/team+building+training+for+survey+26-10-2007+in+office+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130365653782501890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           The "Back to Business" Survey team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK3v1mSGfI/AAAAAAAAAts/JZ7_lunR5_I/s1600-h/GTZ+BTB+survey+team+01-11-2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzK3v1mSGfI/AAAAAAAAAts/JZ7_lunR5_I/s400/GTZ+BTB+survey+team+01-11-2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130364957997799922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6376739646742319758?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6376739646742319758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6376739646742319758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6376739646742319758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6376739646742319758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/11/field-trip-to-lhokseumawe.html' title='Field trip to Lhokseumawe'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RzLA4VmSGtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zrwwAgho1Fs/s72-c/Pembukaan+Survey+K.Cangkoy+%2817%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6668923060199402289</id><published>2007-11-01T13:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:44:21.222+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote: La Rage au Ministere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discussion rapportee par ma collegue, lors d'une discussion avec un de nos partenaires sur notre nouveau projet en Aceh, le partenaire etant le Ministere de l'Elevage/Betail. Apres avoir parle du contenu du projet dont une des activites est la relance de l'elevage telle qu'elle etait pratiquee avant le tsunami dans les trois villages cibles, le responsable du ministere au niveau de la province d'Aceh intervient sur la vaccination:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anne So: Oui bien sur, nous prevoyons de faire une campagne de vaccination en coordination et cooperation avec le ministere.&lt;br /&gt;Le Fonctionnaire: Tres bien! Nous sommes tres motives! La population de ces 3 villages ont ete durement touches et peu aides. Et puis ils sont tres isoles sur cette petite ile.&lt;br /&gt;- Oui. On compte sur vous, c'est chouette, blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;- Et il y a beaucoup de chiens sur cette ile?&lt;br /&gt;- euh oui, enfin non, oui...&lt;br /&gt;- Si vous voulez, le Ministere peut organiser et gerer une campagne contre la rage, pour limiter les risques.&lt;br /&gt;- ah bah oui pourquoi pas.&lt;br /&gt;- Nous pouvons organiser une battue et tuer tous les chiens de la zone.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Euh pfff oui enfin non, quand meme, je sais pas... Mais il y a la rage sur cette zone?&lt;br /&gt;- Non.&lt;br /&gt;- ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6668923060199402289?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6668923060199402289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6668923060199402289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6668923060199402289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6668923060199402289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/11/anecdote-la-rage-au-ministere.html' title='Anecdote: La Rage au Ministere'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5816960940355935111</id><published>2007-10-31T09:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:02:32.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Article sur le soutien psychologique en milieu humanitaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="sous_titres"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Article super interessant sur la gestion du stress chez les humanitaires... autant dire que sur le terrain on croise le chemin d'etres casses par leurs experiences et qui ont souvent besoin de trouver une "addiction" afin de gerer tout ca... alcolisme, tabagisme excessif, incapacite de parler d'autre chose...Bref, cet article explique de maniere interessante ce probleme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="sous_titres"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="sous_titres"&gt;http://www.resonanceshumanitaires.org/media/questionsdefemmes2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="sous_titres"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Humanitaires : la générosité a-t-elle un prix? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fonts"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ils ont vécu des situations de stress intenses. Perçus comme des héros, ils se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fonts"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; sont sentis utiles, mais à leur retour de missions, les humanitaires sont souvent déboussolés. Le soutien psychologique leur fait parfois cruellement défaut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Article paru dans Questions de femmes - Juillet 2007&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Gonzague  RAMBAUD &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RyfsRW98sGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ayYrs8hVZTU/s1600-h/couvquestionsdefemmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RyfsRW98sGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ayYrs8hVZTU/s400/couvquestionsdefemmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127326483751940194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="sous_titres"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5816960940355935111?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5816960940355935111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5816960940355935111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5816960940355935111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5816960940355935111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/10/article-sur-le-soutien-psychologique-en.html' title='Article sur le soutien psychologique en milieu humanitaire'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RyfsRW98sGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ayYrs8hVZTU/s72-c/couvquestionsdefemmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5589052639649677737</id><published>2007-10-31T09:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:41:11.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birmanie : l'incohérence totale de la France</title><content type='html'>Montreuil, le 30 octobre 2007&lt;br /&gt;www.lesamisdelaterre.org&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birmanie : l'incohérence totale de la France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alors que Bernard Kouchner, Ministre des Affaires étrangères, vient de prendre ouvertement la défense de Total lors d'une conférence de presse à Bangkok (1), les Amis de la Terre condamnent fermement ce soutien et appellent de nouveau le gouvernement français à prendre rapidement ses responsabilités en dénonçant sans ambiguïté la présence du groupe en Birmanie.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Si l'Union européenne a fait un grand pas en avant le 15 octobre dernier en renforçant les sanctions économiques contre la junte birmane, y incluant notamment le bois, et validant ainsi l'utilité des pressions commerciales, Bernard Kouchner, quant à lui, semble prendre la direction inverse. De façon complètement incohérente, il a exprimé ce matin à Bangkok son soutien explicite au groupe Total, affirmant à tort que son départ nuirait aux populations birmanes et thaïlandaises.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gwenael Wasse, chargé de la Responsabilité sociale et environnementale des entreprises aux Amis de la Terre, est choqué : « &lt;em&gt;On pensait le temps du soutien à Total enfin révolu et la rupture consommée, mais on a maintenant la confirmation qu'il n'en est rien : la France soutient toujours aveuglément sa première entreprise, privilégiant ses bénéfices par rapport aux droits de l'Homme tout en instrumentalisant les populations locales et des pays voisins &lt;/em&gt;». Il ajoute : « S&lt;em&gt;i Bernard Kouchner est ouvertement favorable à des sanctions dures contre l'Iran, sa position est beaucoup plus incohérente sur la Birmanie. Dans son discours de clotûre du Grenelle de l'Environnement, Nicolas Sarkozy déclarait pourtant que la responsabilité française était de donner l'exemple...&lt;/em&gt;».&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Les Amis de la Terre rappellent qu'à côté des 14 millions de dollars dépensés par Total depuis 1998 pour son programme socio-économique en Birmanie (2), le groupe verse aussi 500 millions de dollars chaque année dans le cadre de son contrat pétrolier avec la junte pour l'exploitation du gisement gazier de Yadana. Cette somme finance directement la corruption et les gravissimes violations des droits de l'Homme dont souffrent au quotidien plus de 50 millions de birmans. Le 10 octobre dernier, l'opposition démocratique birmane en exil, reçue quelques jours plus tôt par Nicolas Sarkozy, a pourtant condamné fermement la présence du groupe sur place, demandant que « &lt;em&gt;soient gelées ou abandonnées toutes les activités liées au gaz&lt;/em&gt; ». Gwenael Wasse conclut : « &lt;em&gt;Apparemment, les intérêts de Total comptent plus que celle des démocrates birmans ; espérons que la France corrigera très vite ce faux pas diplomatique &lt;/em&gt;».&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(1) Bernard Kouchner défend la présence de Total en Birmanie, Le Monde, 30/10/2007&lt;br /&gt;(2) source Total (cf. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://birmanie.total.com/fr/contexte/p_1_5.htm" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://birmanie.total.com/fr&lt;wbr&gt;/contexte/p_1_5.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5589052639649677737?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5589052639649677737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5589052639649677737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5589052639649677737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5589052639649677737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/10/birmanie-lincohrence-totale-de-la.html' title='Birmanie : l&apos;incohérence totale de la France'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3341149547049744805</id><published>2007-10-25T11:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:50:26.665+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Stories from Lhokseumawe: The story of a normal young woman in Aceh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My acehnese colleague had just come into my office to talk to me. She has been sick for the last few days, and not coming to my hotel the last two nights as planned (we wanted to watch a movie). She and I are about the same age, and she is a bright and funny young woman.&lt;br /&gt;But her life is not so funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;She had a boyfriend and they were very much in love. So in love that they didn’t want to wait for their wedding (scheduled for a week after the tsunami) before making love. She fell pregnant a few weeks before, but they weren’t worried a bit as nobody would know the child was conceived before the wedding. Her boyfriend died in the Tsunami. She told me she even found his body and all his family also. She spent twenty minutes describing how she walked through the devastated city of Banda Aceh the day after to find him, and also to look for her cousin and his family, that she never found. The details of all of that made me sick to my stomach, and I won’t get into details, as we can all imagine the horrible effect of the aftermath of the tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;On top of her loss, she was left in a totally unacceptable situation for a woman here. Pregnant without being married. After the tsunami, she found a job in Meulaboh (eight hours from Banda Aceh) and she met a tsunami widow who was also working with Ngos. She liked him a lot, and decided she could be happy living her life with him. So they got married, and when the baby was born a few months later, her honor was safe. She was married, and she had a family. Her husband had two children from his previous marriage, but they live in Medan (it is very common here to meet families that have one or two children living in a different city with relatives, often for school or financial reasons).&lt;br /&gt;My friend got pregnant again a few months ago, but lost her baby. It died in her womb. She had to go through the horrible and very painful process of having it “pulled out” in Banda Aceh (where you can imagine the conditions of such an intervention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago she was in front of me and she just started talking. I could see she was holding back her tears. Her husband has been beating her. She described how he broke one of her ribs a few months ago and another time bruised her face so badly that she was all blue. He also steels her salary from her. She makes a very good income for a woman in Aceh, and twice what her husband makes. He takes all her money and buys things for his children in Medan. My friend needed a washing machine as she did not have the time to hand wash all their clothes after work. He took the money saying he would go buy it and came back with new tires for his motorbike. My friend had also managed to secretly put aside a bit of her salary each month (for future needs and for her child), but he found the bank booklet, and got all the money out and bought a ridiculously big motorbike. Because he is her husband, he had no difficulty at the bank to access her account (she opened it with her name).&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am staying in a big hotel room all by myself and had asked her if she wanted to come and spend a few nights with me. There are two beds and a TV and she had told me she missed watching TV. Anyways, the night before yesterday she told me she couldn’t because she had to go to the market with the owner of the room she rents here (her husband is in BA. She travels every week down here and goes home on the week ends). Yesterday she called saying she wasn’t coming because she was sick. She admitted to me today that she had lied, because her husband had forbidden her to come. I told her “why do you even ask him?” She said he regularly called the owner of the house she lives in to check if she’s in her room. Why would he not want her to come sleep with a female colleague? “He doesn’t trust me she said”.&lt;br /&gt;She has threatened to divorce him, and he has stopped hitting her, but has transformed his physical abuse into a verbal one. He is always degrading her and insulting her. At least there can be no proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, her family stands by her. Her parents don’t like him and her dad has even gotten into a fight with him. Both her mother and father (they are divorced) have said they would take care of her and her child and support her. She is lucky in the sense that if she finds the strength to leave him she has a safe place to go to, and love to receive from her family. I doubt this is the case for most of the other women here in Aceh who are in the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heartbreaking to listen to her and I tried to advise her the best I could. Being myself a happy newlywed, I felt very distraught thinking of women for whom marriage is a prison. I tend to forget that marriage is in most places of this world linked to men controlling and owning their wives, feeling they have the right to use and abuse them the way they want. Of course, here in Aceh, I have positive marriages examples around me. But everybody plays their “role” so well in the eyes of society that it’s difficult to really see what’s going on. I told her next time she was hit she should go to the police. She said that really wouldn’t change anything… I hope she finds the strength to get out of that marriage. For now she is too scared, but I told her thinking about all these things and recognizing that he was wrong to treat her so, is already a first step to freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3341149547049744805?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3341149547049744805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3341149547049744805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3341149547049744805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3341149547049744805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-normal-young-woman-in-aceh.html' title='Stories from Lhokseumawe: The story of a normal young woman in Aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1706513907571787987</id><published>2007-10-10T11:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:20:10.229+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY BUT TRUE!</title><content type='html'>WE ARE MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more beautiful pictures of D-Day, go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://emilyandabel.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RwxS4G1JJ9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/SiVHR_rgizs/s1600-h/sortie+mairie+emabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RwxS4G1JJ9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/SiVHR_rgizs/s400/sortie+mairie+emabel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119558000273074130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1706513907571787987?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://emilyandabel.blogspot.com/' title='CRAZY BUT TRUE!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1706513907571787987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1706513907571787987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1706513907571787987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1706513907571787987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy-but-true.html' title='CRAZY BUT TRUE!'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RwxS4G1JJ9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/SiVHR_rgizs/s72-c/sortie+mairie+emabel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1572819796202031531</id><published>2007-08-23T11:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:51:37.214+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>Sacrifice in Lac Toba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are photos of where human sacrifices took place in Danau Toba... Quite scary... We had an old lady explaining us how they first cut your cheek off and then brake all your bones before cutting your head off... Argh.... The King and Queen were present of course as they were the ones who would then have the privilege of eating the feast with other important chiefs ....Apparently they sacrificed the worst warrier (poor guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were terrorized: felt obligated to buy stuff off them so they wouldn't eat US!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Stone Chairs' where it all took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0T6tE9GlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hA2Hz0dc1h0/s1600-h/P8180330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0T6tE9GlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hA2Hz0dc1h0/s400/P8180330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101755852134357586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0UT9E9GmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3PdBG-FJzRw/s1600-h/P8180331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0UT9E9GmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3PdBG-FJzRw/s400/P8180331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101756285926054498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones on which the sacrifice was laid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0UztE9GnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lWBgcZopt_o/s1600-h/P8180332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0UztE9GnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lWBgcZopt_o/s400/P8180332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101756831386901106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King and the Queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0VRtE9GoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5ZRdHT09g_0/s1600-h/P8180338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0VRtE9GoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5ZRdHT09g_0/s400/P8180338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101757346782976642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1572819796202031531?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1572819796202031531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1572819796202031531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1572819796202031531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1572819796202031531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/sacrifice-in-lac-toba.html' title='Sacrifice in Lac Toba'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0T6tE9GlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hA2Hz0dc1h0/s72-c/P8180330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-858946157179343876</id><published>2007-08-23T11:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:52:40.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANAU TOBA</title><content type='html'>...ou aussi Lac Toba. Merveilleuse enclave chrétienne/protestante dans Sumatra... Le peuple Batak est connu pour son passé cannibale mais aussi sa merveilleuse architecture, son hospitalité et la beauté des gens... bref, tout un programme. Nous y avons passé le week end de la fête d'Indépendance (pas idéal pour voyager mais bon)... Personnellement, une grande familiarité avec cet endroit qui me faisait penser à Annecy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0PvNE9GgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CtIJ69uIH8o/s1600-h/P8170220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0PvNE9GgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CtIJ69uIH8o/s400/P8170220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101751256519350786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0QbtE9GhI/AAAAAAAAAac/Ceta18uMNTk/s1600-h/P8180282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0QbtE9GhI/AAAAAAAAAac/Ceta18uMNTk/s400/P8180282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101752021023529490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0RAtE9GiI/AAAAAAAAAak/IdH6QZUERUc/s1600-h/P8180316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0RAtE9GiI/AAAAAAAAAak/IdH6QZUERUc/s400/P8180316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101752656678689314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0RfdE9GjI/AAAAAAAAAas/6tQKqnP9F7U/s1600-h/P8180321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0RfdE9GjI/AAAAAAAAAas/6tQKqnP9F7U/s400/P8180321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101753184959666738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0SL9E9GkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LAAWtaLs9A0/s1600-h/P8180323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0SL9E9GkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LAAWtaLs9A0/s400/P8180323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101753949463845442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-858946157179343876?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/858946157179343876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=858946157179343876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/858946157179343876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/858946157179343876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/danau-toba.html' title='DANAU TOBA'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0PvNE9GgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CtIJ69uIH8o/s72-c/P8170220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-958140770178770228</id><published>2007-08-23T11:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:33:39.698+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retour à la civilisation...</title><content type='html'>Le week end dernier, petite escapade au Lac Toba.. Sur la route, arrêt obligé par Medan, troisième ville Indonésienne... une jungle urbaine irrespirable.. mais où l'on trouve des sushis à gogo et des jeux vidéos.... la complexité même par rapport à Banda Aceh... On s'y est laissé prendre.. avec notre ami Bastien et notre coloc Adèle. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0LNtE9GaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1ETKcCeaOww/s1600-h/P8160173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0LNtE9GaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1ETKcCeaOww/s400/P8160173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101746282947221922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0MO9E9GcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dbghbrvta74/s1600-h/P8160182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0MO9E9GcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dbghbrvta74/s400/P8160182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101747403933686210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0MvtE9GdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h2K_mprNcdE/s1600-h/P8160186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0MvtE9GdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h2K_mprNcdE/s400/P8160186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101747966574402002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0NWNE9GeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0SBivfL9ddE/s1600-h/P8160193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0NWNE9GeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0SBivfL9ddE/s400/P8160193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101748627999365602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0N49E9GfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8nU3cStZ1Fk/s1600-h/P8160198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0N49E9GfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8nU3cStZ1Fk/s400/P8160198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101749224999819762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-958140770178770228?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/958140770178770228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=958140770178770228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/958140770178770228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/958140770178770228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/retour-la-civilisation.html' title='Retour à la civilisation...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0LNtE9GaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1ETKcCeaOww/s72-c/P8160173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8087912471708017079</id><published>2007-08-23T10:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:42:12.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apéritif sur la plage</title><content type='html'>... Ce qui est totalement illégal bien sur, mais tellement agréabbbbllllllllleeeeeee..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0BJtE9GWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sWkt0NgqLGE/s1600-h/P8030006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0BJtE9GWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sWkt0NgqLGE/s400/P8030006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101735219111467362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0Aw9E9GVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/g7LCoPSAOlM/s1600-h/P8030020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0Aw9E9GVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/g7LCoPSAOlM/s400/P8030020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101734793909705042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0AcdE9GUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/a_nKSz7Qd5k/s1600-h/P8030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0AcdE9GUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/a_nKSz7Qd5k/s400/P8030011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101734441722386754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0B3dE9GXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Bqwj9JWokDQ/s1600-h/P8030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0B3dE9GXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Bqwj9JWokDQ/s400/P8030024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101736005090482546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8087912471708017079?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8087912471708017079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8087912471708017079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8087912471708017079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8087912471708017079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/apritif-sur-la-plage.html' title='Apéritif sur la plage'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rs0BJtE9GWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sWkt0NgqLGE/s72-c/P8030006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7506116630049253956</id><published>2007-08-23T10:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:21:01.697+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I lost my future husband for 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rsz8P9E9GTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cDh_mmKyilE/s1600-h/P8120126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rsz8P9E9GTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cDh_mmKyilE/s400/P8120126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101729828927510834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7506116630049253956?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7506116630049253956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7506116630049253956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7506116630049253956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7506116630049253956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-i-lost-my-future-husband-for-2.html' title='How I lost my future husband for 2 weeks'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rsz8P9E9GTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cDh_mmKyilE/s72-c/P8120126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8497221355580000454</id><published>2007-08-22T09:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:22:08.431+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>There are Tigers here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Local Newspaper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aceh Selatan - The viciousness of tigers in the mountain of Meukek Sub-district, Aceh Selatan seems no indication to slow down. Within the last two months, there are three people had been deadly attacked by those tigers. The latest incident occurred to Amiruddin (50), a villager of Buket Meuh on Tue (14/8). Amiruddin was founded dead on Wed (15/8) afternoon. Villagers believe that he was attacked by the tiger in that area. His body was founded by a man who passed his nutmeg farm in Panton Kuba Mountain. This man saw blood scattered about near the scene and then he went down the mountain and reported it to locals. Residents then went to the scene and found the body of Amiruddin incompletely. His head and thigh were gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8497221355580000454?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8497221355580000454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8497221355580000454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8497221355580000454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8497221355580000454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-are-tigers-here.html' title='There are Tigers here...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8138003426776385088</id><published>2007-08-07T18:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:53:42.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>un week end entre amis dans un petit coin de Paradis...</title><content type='html'>L'île s'appelle Pulau Weh, plus connu sous le nom de Sabang (le nom de la "ville")... C 'est endroit c'est Ibuoih, petit hameau de bungalows pour backpackers et expats humanitaires... ici, les filles peuvent se mettre en maillot et on boit de la bière en regardant le soleil couchant.. un grand bol d'air frais lorsque Banda Aceh devient étouffant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci à Sébastian pour les photos!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhcxesTRyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sMJurlPIOFk/s1600-h/P7280006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhcxesTRyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sMJurlPIOFk/s400/P7280006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095924983491938082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhbE-sTRxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JItQzYinL0U/s1600-h/IMGP2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhbE-sTRxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JItQzYinL0U/s400/IMGP2239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095923119476131602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhYQ-sTRwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ijV-lBzDd9E/s1600-h/IMGP2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhYQ-sTRwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ijV-lBzDd9E/s400/IMGP2218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095920027099678466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8138003426776385088?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8138003426776385088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8138003426776385088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8138003426776385088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8138003426776385088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/un-week-end-entre-amis-dans-un-petit.html' title='un week end entre amis dans un petit coin de Paradis...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhcxesTRyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sMJurlPIOFk/s72-c/P7280006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2975678196465276491</id><published>2007-08-07T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:21:17.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petits princes Acehnais....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhVbusTRvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/g9eARwCsrtY/s1600-h/At+cooperative-boys+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhVbusTRvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/g9eARwCsrtY/s400/At+cooperative-boys+11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095916913248388850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhUtusTRuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g0EWlssmsNc/s1600-h/At+cooperative-boys+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhUtusTRuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g0EWlssmsNc/s400/At+cooperative-boys+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095916122974406370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhUBOsTRtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jE7DX1VAip4/s1600-h/At+cooperative-boys+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhUBOsTRtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jE7DX1VAip4/s400/At+cooperative-boys+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095915358470227666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhTeesTRsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XJDxup2_ujE/s1600-h/At+cooperative-boys+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhTeesTRsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XJDxup2_ujE/s400/At+cooperative-boys+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095914761469773506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2975678196465276491?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2975678196465276491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2975678196465276491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2975678196465276491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2975678196465276491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/petits-princes-acehnais.html' title='Petits princes Acehnais....'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhVbusTRvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/g9eARwCsrtY/s72-c/At+cooperative-boys+11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-4205062509864965981</id><published>2007-08-07T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:08:04.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Lhokseumawe... continuation and end</title><content type='html'>school children in their uniforms... (red and white, I wonder why... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhR7usTRrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xCSGilyF_GA/s1600-h/Village-school+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhR7usTRrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xCSGilyF_GA/s400/Village-school+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095913064957691570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villagers looking on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhQUOsTRpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/plbkxfmEChk/s1600-h/Village-poem+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhQUOsTRpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/plbkxfmEChk/s400/Village-poem+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095911286841230994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas season... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhQ-OsTRqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B_sPpE4qhx4/s1600-h/on+the+road-bananas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhQ-OsTRqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B_sPpE4qhx4/s400/on+the+road-bananas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095912008395736738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-4205062509864965981?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4205062509864965981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=4205062509864965981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4205062509864965981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4205062509864965981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-lhokseumawe-continuation-and.html' title='Trip to Lhokseumawe... continuation and end'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhR7usTRrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xCSGilyF_GA/s72-c/Village-school+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2947204805120127633</id><published>2007-08-07T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:54:16.965+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Dancing in Aceh</title><content type='html'>Also seen during my trip to Lhokseumawe... enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhOdOsTRnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/T48DkCKwBqI/s1600-h/Village-dancing+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhOdOsTRnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/T48DkCKwBqI/s400/Village-dancing+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095909242436798066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhM2usTRmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8n7jye7qk-E/s1600-h/village-dancing+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhM2usTRmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8n7jye7qk-E/s400/village-dancing+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095907481500206690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhLoesTRlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-MwdiHq8wp8/s1600-h/Village-+dancing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhLoesTRlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-MwdiHq8wp8/s400/Village-+dancing+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095906137175443026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhLD-sTRkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JJKzn1kWpvo/s1600-h/Village-+Dancing+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhLD-sTRkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JJKzn1kWpvo/s400/Village-+Dancing+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095905510110217794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And proud mothers looking on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhPKusTRoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/M6GBg767gPU/s1600-h/Village-+ibu+watching+dance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhPKusTRoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/M6GBg767gPU/s400/Village-+ibu+watching+dance.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095910024120845954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2947204805120127633?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2947204805120127633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2947204805120127633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2947204805120127633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2947204805120127633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/traditional-dancing-in-aceh.html' title='Traditional Dancing in Aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrhOdOsTRnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/T48DkCKwBqI/s72-c/Village-dancing+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6711026328595628715</id><published>2007-08-03T16:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:35:55.364+07:00</updated><title type='text'>But how is chocolate made?????</title><content type='html'>Many of us have NO idea.. Well, here goes, with pictures from the trip I just took with my boss, Wolfram, to Lhokseumawe and our organic cocoa plantation project there... Quite an experience! More pictures to follow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocoa beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrLzW-sTRgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EtlkeRlbvSI/s1600-h/Cocoa+beans-yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrLzW-sTRgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EtlkeRlbvSI/s400/Cocoa+beans-yellow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094401704620934658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrL0t-sTRhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rAPin-7L0Ek/s1600-h/Cocoa+beans-Red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrL0t-sTRhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rAPin-7L0Ek/s400/Cocoa+beans-Red.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094403199269553682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And inside.... You can suck those white parts.. it's delicious! But the chocolate bean is inside and can't be eaten.. It has to be dried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrL1aesTRiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Rmzk-bZgbHM/s1600-h/cocoa+fruit+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrL1aesTRiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Rmzk-bZgbHM/s400/cocoa+fruit+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094403963773732386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cocoa farmer and our office manager in Lhokseumawe Ibu Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrL2pOsTRjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iXQR39cu8QM/s1600-h/Cocoa+farmer-ibu+lady.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrL2pOsTRjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iXQR39cu8QM/s400/Cocoa+farmer-ibu+lady.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094405316688430642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6711026328595628715?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6711026328595628715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6711026328595628715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6711026328595628715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6711026328595628715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-how-is-chocolate-made.html' title='But how is chocolate made?????'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RrLzW-sTRgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EtlkeRlbvSI/s72-c/Cocoa+beans-yellow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7464589603197224004</id><published>2007-07-18T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:31:43.537+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change..</title><content type='html'>Sidérée j'étais en lisant cet article du monde: &lt;br /&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3222,36-936368@51-912447,0.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi qui viens de faire Martin Luther King et l'émancipation de la communauté noire aux USA je suis replongée il y a 45 ans en lisant "L'arbre de la colère"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'oublions pas, ce serait trop bête... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'arbre de la colère&lt;br /&gt;LE MONDE | 17.07.07 | 15h17  •  Mis à jour le 17.07.07 | 15h17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est une histoire du vieux Sud. Une histoire tragique, hantée par des démons surgis d'un autre temps. Une histoire en noir et blanc.&lt;br /&gt;A l'ombre d'un vieil arbre, splendide et harmonieux, déployant généreusement ses branches, déjeunaient depuis des décennies les élèves blancs du lycée de Jena, petite ville de 3 000 habitants nichée au fin fond de la Louisiane et à la population blanche à 85 %. Cette organisation ancestrale de la cour de l'école qui reléguait les élèves noirs à la périphérie aurait pu perdurer si un jeune garçon noir, à la rentrée scolaire 2006, n'avait osé poser publiquement la sulfureuse question : "Pouvons-nous, nous aussi, nous asseoir sous le feuillage ?" La réponse de la direction fut très claire : "Asseyez-vous où bon vous semble !" Et sous le regard courroucé d'élèves blancs, une poignée de jeunes Noirs se glissèrent à l'ombre du vieil arbre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain matin, 1er septembre 2006, trois cordes à noeud coulant pendaient à une branche de l'arbre. Deux cordes noires entourant une corde peinte en or : les couleurs de l'école. Les élèves noirs furent horrifiés, leurs parents mortifiés. "Pas besoin d'être historien pour comprendre le message !, dit Caseptla Bailey, la maman d'un élève. La corde, dans cette région, évoque l'esclavage, les lynchages et le Ku Klux Klan. Ce passé n'est pas si lointain. Ce geste disait à nos enfants : "Sales nègres, on aura votre peau !""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trois élèves blancs sont rapidement identifiés comme auteurs de la provocation. Mais le principal du lycée, qui souhaite leur exclusion, est contredit par le superintendant et le conseil de l'école, qui concluent qu'une telle "gaminerie" ne mérite pas plus que trois jours de suspension. Offusqués que l'affaire soit prise avec tant de légèreté par l'administration, les parents noirs se réunissent un soir dans une église baptiste pour discuter d'une possible réaction. Et le lendemain, quelques élèves noirs - parmi lesquels une poignée de sportifs, stars locales de l'équipe de football - improvisent sous l'arbre "blanc" une petite manifestation. Panique de l'administration. Une assemblée générale de l'école est aussitôt convoquée lors de laquelle le procureur général du district, Reed Walters, entouré d'une douzaine d'officiers de police, prend la parole et menace les jeunes manifestants. "Je vous préviens, dit-il en fixant les sportifs. Je peux être votre meilleur ami ou votre pire ennemi. Et je peux, d'un trait de plume, anéantir vos vies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain, la police patrouille dans les couloirs du lycée ; le surlendemain, l'école est bouclée. Les parents, effarés, viennent chercher leurs enfants ou refusent qu'ils y retournent. Le principal de l'établissement affirme à la radio que l'ordre règne désormais, et le journal local, le Jena Times, affirme que tout est décidément de la faute des parents noirs qui, en se réunissant, ont fait d'une plaisanterie de potaches une affaire de racisme, et provoqué eux-mêmes l'agitation de leurs rejetons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie reprend donc son cours au lycée de Jena, marquée par une tension palpable entre élèves blancs et noirs (notamment le petit clan auteur de la provocation des cordes et le groupe de sportifs) et l'irritation croissante des professeurs (en quasi- totalité blancs), furieux que leurs élèves noirs aient osé parler de racisme et décidés à leur rappeler durement la discipline évoquée par le procureur. Cela n'empêche pas un garçon noir de 16 ans, Mychal Bell, de faire gagner une nouvelle fois l'équipe des Jena Giants et d'être célébré dans le journal comme le meilleur joueur du moment. Des propositions de grandes universités, attirées par ses exploits sportifs, affluent, laissant espérer à sa famille dénuée de ressources qu'il est tiré d'affaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais, dans la nuit du jeudi 30 novembre, un incendie criminel dévaste une partie du lycée. Quatorze classes sont détruites, la petite ville est sous le choc et la police à cran. Le week-end qui suit est violent. Le vendredi soir, un des jeunes sportifs noirs qui se présentait à une fête fréquentée par les Blancs se fait boxer dès l'entrée par un adulte blanc, puis tabasser par des lycéens arrivés en renfort. Le lendemain, croisant trois élèves noirs qui sortaient d'une épicerie, un jeune Blanc, impliqué dans la rixe de la veille, court à sa voiture prendre une carabine qu'il braque sur les jeunes gens. Une bagarre s'ensuit, le Blanc est désarmé par les lycéens qui s'enfuient. Rattrapés par la police, ils sont inculpés de "voie de fait" et... "vol d'arme". Inquiets de cette escalade, plusieurs professeurs prient la direction de l'école de reporter l'ouverture du lycée. Mais, le lundi 4 décembre, les cours reprennent normalement. Jusqu'à l'heure du déjeuner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficile de savoir ce qui s'est passé alors. Des regards de défiance, des insultes, un doigt d'honneur sous le nez d'un des sportifs noirs par un élève blanc - un certain Justin Barker -, adepte du mot "nègre", ami des bagarreurs de la veille et des auteurs de la "plaisanterie" des cordes... Le voilà en tout cas qui reçoit un coup de poing, s'écroule, reçoit des coups de pied et perd connaissance. La confusion est totale, aucun témoin ne voit la même chose. Mais Justin Baker est transporté à l'hôpital et la police ne tarde pas à coffrer six jeune Noirs, les six sportifs déjà remarqués lors de la première manifestation. Le procureur les inculpe d'abord de "coups et blessures". Mais la colère d'une poignée de professeurs enjoignant la direction du lycée à plus de fermeté le fait réfléchir. Désormais, c'est de "tentative de meurtre" et "complot" dont ils sont accusés. Pour une bagarre de lycéens, ils risquent cent ans de prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le procureur tient d'ailleurs à mettre les points sur les i. Dans un texte publié par le Jena Times, il avertit : "A ceux qui ont causé ces incidents, je dis que vous serez poursuivis dans l'interprétation la plus étendue possible de la loi et pour les crimes les plus graves que justifient les faits. Et pour votre condamnation, je réclamerai la peine maximale autorisée par la loi. Je veillerai à ce que vous ne menaciez plus jamais les élèves d'une école de la région." La communauté noire est abasourdie. Les six garçons sont définitivement exclus de l'école, les cautions exigées pour leur libération conditionnelle (de 70 000 à 138 000 dollars) bien trop élevées pour la plupart des parents, qui habitent dans des mobile homes ou des baraquements. Trente-cinq pasteurs de la paroisse se regroupent alors pour appeler à la paix dans la communauté. Une prière commune réunit même la petite ville, un soir de décembre, au stade de football. Car c'est bien cela le problème, croit comprendre le Jena Times, qui exclut tout soupçon de racisme : on ne prie plus assez !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malgré les protestations des parents, la mobilisation de plusieurs associations défendant les libertés et les droits de l'homme, la création à Jena d'une section de l'historique NAACP (l'une des principales organisations de défense des Africains-Américains, qui se bat depuis 1909 contre la ségrégation raciale), les six sportifs noirs restent en prison. Le jeune Blanc parti en ambulance ? Il va bien. Sorti de l'hôpital trois heures après la bagarre, il a assisté le soir même à une cérémonie de l'école. On l'a depuis trouvé en possession d'un fusil chargé de 13 balles planqué dans sa camionnette garée devant l'école.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La suite est aussi affligeante. Et le premier procès - celui de Mychal Bell, la star de football -, qui a eu lieu les 26, 27 et 28 juin, a été la caricature effarante d'une justice pour riches, d'une justice pour Blancs. Dans une salle de tribunal partagée en deux - à droite, les Blancs réunis autour de Justin Barker et de sa famille ; à gauche, les familles et amis des six Noirs inculpés -, Mychal Bell a dû affronter un jury entièrement blanc, un procureur blanc, un juge blanc et dix-sept témoins blancs. Son avocat, noir, commis d'office, ne lui a posé aucune question, n'a pas mis en cause le jury, n'a relevé aucune des nombreuses contradictions des témoins et n'en a lui-même cité aucun. Il n'a pas été question des provocations raciales, des cordes de pendu, des bagarres, des insultes ; pas un mot sur l'avenir du jeune sportif qui, avant de passer les sept derniers mois en prison, se distinguait par de bons résultats scolaires. Rien. Le jeune homme a eu beau chuchoter quelques mots à l'oreille de son défenseur sur les désaccords flagrants entre les témoins, il n'en a pas tenu compte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, quand le procureur, après avoir annoncé à l'ouverture du procès qu'il renonçait à l'inculpation pour "tentative de meurtre", a demandé au jury de reconnaître Mychal Bell coupable de "coups et blessures aggravés" et de "complot", les six jurés l'ont suivi à l'unanimité. Et qu'importe si ce chef d'accusation, qui expose à vingt-deux années de prison, exige, selon la loi de Louisiane, l'usage d'une "arme dangereuse". Les chaussures de tennis du garçon ont fait l'affaire ! Le juge tranchera le 31 juillet. Les parents de Mychal Bell, comme ceux des cinq autres jeunes Noirs en attente de procès, sont écoeurés. "Le garçon n'avait aucune chance", dit tristement Cleveland Riser, un vieux sage qui a connu le temps des bus, des écoles, des fontaines réservés aux Blancs. "Ce procès est le pire exemple d'erreur judiciaire que j'aie jamais rencontré", assure Alan Bean, un pasteur blanc activiste, fondateur de l'association Amis de la justice. "Un lynchage des temps modernes", laisse tomber une femme noire à la sortie du tribunal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7464589603197224004?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7464589603197224004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7464589603197224004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7464589603197224004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7464589603197224004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change..'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7209826754242544142</id><published>2007-07-04T16:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:48:14.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS VS BAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>The good news: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Johnston is free: http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3218,36-931230@51-909163,0.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: &lt;br /&gt;A bird flew into my forhead while I was driving my motorbike: it hurts. And I found a big white slug in my food at lunch. Life can be difficult sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7209826754242544142?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7209826754242544142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7209826754242544142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7209826754242544142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7209826754242544142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-news-vs-bad-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS VS BAD NEWS'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1614454601273905221</id><published>2007-06-28T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:39:24.182+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little paradise: the secret beach</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures of our secret beach that we usually invade on saturdays.. there's nobody around, and you are isolated from the crazy croud. &lt;br /&gt;We love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the secret beach.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN8rAx8YSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ahiVv0oLnvY/s1600-h/Picture+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN8rAx8YSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ahiVv0oLnvY/s400/Picture+270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081041882989748514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN5Qwx8YRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SlDyz1YUtVY/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN5Qwx8YRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SlDyz1YUtVY/s400/Picture+276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081038133483299090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel, Emily et Camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN9nQx8YTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1nQpH7eotPQ/s1600-h/Picture+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN9nQx8YTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1nQpH7eotPQ/s400/Picture+290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081042918076866866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN-rQx8YUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aI21USbpJrs/s1600-h/Picture+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN-rQx8YUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aI21USbpJrs/s400/Picture+296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081044086307971394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN_swx8YVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/OjqSCa0oLkY/s1600-h/Picture+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN_swx8YVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/OjqSCa0oLkY/s400/Picture+312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081045211589402962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoOAqwx8YWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T5dkdVWvJ00/s1600-h/Picture+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoOAqwx8YWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T5dkdVWvJ00/s400/Picture+315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081046276741292386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are our friends from ILO who came with us...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoOBYAx8YXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NwDMT10WD3I/s1600-h/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoOBYAx8YXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NwDMT10WD3I/s400/Picture+323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081047054130372978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1614454601273905221?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1614454601273905221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1614454601273905221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1614454601273905221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1614454601273905221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-little-paradise-secret-beach.html' title='Our little paradise: the secret beach'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RoN8rAx8YSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ahiVv0oLnvY/s72-c/Picture+270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8679671424112205185</id><published>2007-06-25T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:10:47.042+07:00</updated><title type='text'>English classes at GTZ</title><content type='html'>Since I started with GTZ (German Technical Cooperation) one month ago, I get up every morning at 6:50 to give english classes from 7:30 to 12. My students are workers of Bank Indonesia, whose post-tsunami activities are supported by the GTZ Economic Recovery project; as well as local GTZ staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, with you, I first thought that being an english teacher would be boring as hell. First of all, I thought i wouldn't be a good one: I tend to loose my patience much too quickly and simply have no experience in being a "real teacher". I also thought it wouldn't bring me much personally.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I was wrong. Although it's hard to get my butt on my motorbile so early, every morning is an enjoyable one: my students are intelligent and interesting people, and they give me the feeling of really contributing to adding something positive to their lives. &lt;br /&gt;Most of them already had a basis in english and some of them are actually quite good. I also have three classes of BEGINNERS. And when I say beginners, believe me, there at the beginning of the beginning. I was scared that those classes especially would be tiring: they're the best! Most of these students are security gards or cleaners, and haven't really been to school that long, so it's very difficult for them to concentrate. They have two classes a week of one hour each. You should see the effort they give, it s really amazing. Here they are trying so hard to give me the right answer, and being SO aware that learning english could really help them improve their future professional career, or simply, opportunities. It is hard but they listen with their eyes one open and then repeat the same word ten times to make sure it will stay in their heads.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitri: a beautiful and extremely shy young girl who lost all her family in the tsunami.. There is a constant sadness on her face, but when she manages to do her exercise of participate in the discussion you see her light up and you feel she is feeling proud of herself. She's a "do-it-all" secretary and I know she dreams of more.. And I'm sure she'll get it one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: jet is a guard/cleaning worker at Bank Indonesia. Jet probably suffer from a learning disorder or maybe even a kind of social disorder (I don't want to put wrong words on this). He hasn't been to school and is often treated as being a little "stupid". But he is simply amazing. Three weeks ago he couldn't say ANYTHING in english and now he is babbling on about anything all the time. He concentrates so hard during class and you can see how much effort he is giving to do so. He's a generous young man and so respectful. It's also extremely nice to feel him gain confidence and improve his english: i feel he is discovering he can also learn eventhough he' never been to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanif and Mustafa: two young men who have also been hurt by life, and whose faces clearly show it. But I was immediatly struck by their kindness and manners, so nice and respectful. They are also extremely motivated to speak english. Mustafa at first simply could not speak. When he read, i couldn't hear his voice he was speaking so softly, terrified of himself and his capacity to learn english. After three weeks, he speaks out more and is really trying to not be afraid of his mistakes. Hanif has so many dreams of better things and I hope learning english will help him reach them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahmi: Is a local GTZ staff.. At first, I thought she just didn't care about anything as she just didn't communicate at all. I learned this morning she gave birth to a still-born child three weeks ago. Today in class she shared her experience and I recognize this strength Acehnese women find when confronted to tragedies. She also wrote me a full page describing her wedding so I could "understant our culture". She' an amazing woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could describe all of them but I think i'll stop there.. next time, i'll post pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Best to all, &lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8679671424112205185?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8679671424112205185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8679671424112205185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8679671424112205185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8679671424112205185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/english-classes-at-gtz.html' title='English classes at GTZ'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-4494435922686753367</id><published>2007-06-25T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:16:56.629+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauvre Palestine</title><content type='html'>Face à l'échec de l'unité palestinienne, la réponse du poête palestinien et Dieu d'écriture Mahmoud Darwish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha'aretz, 22 juin 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/873759.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leçons de Palestine dans le monde arabe&lt;br /&gt;Zvi Bar'el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trad. : Gérard pour La Paix Maintenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Devions-nous tomber de ces nobles hauteurs, devions-nous voir le sang couler de nos mains pour comprendre que nous n'étions pas les anges que nous pensions être?  Devions-nous exposer notre nudité en public pour ne pas demeurer vierges? Oh, combien nous nous sommes menti à nous-mêmes quand nous disions : Nous sommes quelque chose de particulier. Il est pire de se mentir à soi-même qu'à autrui."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ce mois de juin a assailli notre mémoire de 40 années de défaites. Car, si nous n'avons trouvé personne pour nous défaire une seconde fois, nous nous sommes débrouillés pour le faire de nos propres mains, ne l'oublions pas. Ce ne sont pas les fanatiques religieux qui me mettent en colère, après tout, ils croient en leur voie, quelque étrange qu'elle soit. Ce sont leurs&lt;br /&gt;partisans laïques qui me mettent en colère, les infidèles parmi leurs partisans qui ne croient qu'en une religion : celle de leur image à la télévision."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-4494435922686753367?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4494435922686753367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=4494435922686753367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4494435922686753367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4494435922686753367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/pauvre-palestine.html' title='Pauvre Palestine'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6223442278548175660</id><published>2007-06-11T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:33:39.495+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà 10 Jours Après...</title><content type='html'>Bonjour à tous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui était la cérémonie chez les Junaedi marquant les 10 jours après le décès d'Amna (tradition musulmane acehnaise). Nous sommes donc allés manger chez eux ce midi avec tout leurs autres amis/famille. Il y avait beaucoup moins de monde qu'à l'enterrement mais quand même la maison était remplie. Nous avons amené du café, du thé et du sucre, comme le veux la tradition.&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque nous sommes arrivés les hommes étaient tous dehors alors les garçons sont restés avec eux tandis que moi Célina et Adèle (de l'ONG d'Abel) sommes entrées. C'était très émouvant. Tout les enfants de la classe d'Amna était là assis en rond, en train de réciter des prières avec leur maitresse. Ils les chantaient et c'était vraiment beau. Cela a duré bien 15 minutes ce qui m'a permis de dégager ma tristesse à travers ces chants. Elly était là, bien sur, et c'était comme si cette puissance et leur foi nous avaient ramené notre petite Amna là, dans le salon. On la sentait parmi nous. Moment très spirituel. &lt;br /&gt;Puis les enfants sont partis, après avoir faire la queue pour saluer Elly qui les embrassait tous sur le front. Il ne restait plus que les amis proches. Nous avons mangé. J'ai attrapé Latifah et lui ai fait plein de guilis (sans initer d'hurlements féroces, ce qui est assez exceptionnel!). Rizal est venu s'assoeir à côté de moi avec en main l'album que nous avons fait à Amna à Noël. Ils ont rajoutés des photos, dont les dernières d'Amna en avril: elle et Putri faisait les belles devant la caméra et on dirait un vrai défilé de mode. Je vais les faire tirer pour pouvoir les partager avec vous: elles sont vraiment belles. Je leur avais aussi préparer deux cd avec toutes les photos et vidéos que j'avais d'Amna et de la famille et de nous sur mon ordinateur.&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes restés environ une heure et demi mais ça faisait du bien d'être dans la maison avec tout le monde un brin apaisé. Nous retournerons les voir bientôt avec la traduction de tout vos mots de soutien et inch allah certaines de vos lettres qui arriveront bientôt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gros bisous à tous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6223442278548175660?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6223442278548175660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6223442278548175660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6223442278548175660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6223442278548175660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/dj-10-jours-aprs.html' title='Déjà 10 Jours Après...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6192144164069959150</id><published>2007-06-05T17:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:31:08.044+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mes copines et moi à Banda Aceh</title><content type='html'>Qui se ressemble s'assemble.. Voici notre trio infernal: Camille, Célina et moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU5wPM4buI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nTOmJK6CwSw/s1600-h/Photo+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU5wPM4buI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nTOmJK6CwSw/s400/Photo+116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072524056179797730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU4BPM4btI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jgNn3l3nR54/s1600-h/Photo+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU4BPM4btI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jgNn3l3nR54/s400/Photo+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072522149214318290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU7LvM4bvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UbPwlEQwTXA/s1600-h/Photo+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU7LvM4bvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UbPwlEQwTXA/s400/Photo+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072525628137828082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6192144164069959150?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6192144164069959150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6192144164069959150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6192144164069959150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6192144164069959150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/mes-copines-et-moi-banda-aceh.html' title='Mes copines et moi à Banda Aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU5wPM4buI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nTOmJK6CwSw/s72-c/Photo+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7738533867760133469</id><published>2007-06-05T16:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:01:07.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little angel has left us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU0KvM4blI/AAAAAAAAATU/U8D9Ki7s614/s1600-h/Amna+alone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU0KvM4blI/AAAAAAAAATU/U8D9Ki7s614/s400/Amna+alone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072517914376564306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amna left us last friday at 9 o'clock indonesian time. She died in Penang after suffering from a brain hemorragy. Her body was brought back to Banda Aceh this saturday and the funeral was that evening. All news and details are on Amna's website. &lt;br /&gt;http://saving-amna.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amna will be missed so much: she was our Acehnese ray of light, our little princess. We won't forget her smile nor her courage and strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and abel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7738533867760133469?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7738533867760133469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7738533867760133469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7738533867760133469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7738533867760133469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-angel-has-left-us.html' title='A little angel has left us...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RmU0KvM4blI/AAAAAAAAATU/U8D9Ki7s614/s72-c/Amna+alone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6709835501809169822</id><published>2007-05-31T16:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:42:17.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>LAST DAY AT ILO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aujourd'hui s'achève ma première aventure onusienne... Elle fut extrèmement positive, j'ai appris énormément de choses et ai eu la chance de bosser avec une équipe formidable.  La voici!&lt;br /&gt;Fadli (le garçon) et Ida (une très bonne amie à moi ici), et Rahma, notre secrétaire..&lt;br /&gt;Je reviens travailler avec ILO la dernière semaine d'août pour former des traineurs en droits de la femme et stratégies environmentales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6UpNqafLI/AAAAAAAAATE/ec71H40xvAk/s1600-h/working+hard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6UpNqafLI/AAAAAAAAATE/ec71H40xvAk/s400/working+hard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070653666228862130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6T1dqafKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HQE-QigrPaY/s1600-h/fadli,+ida+emily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6T1dqafKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HQE-QigrPaY/s400/fadli,+ida+emily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070652777170631842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6TD9qafJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1ZLy5cRv9Qo/s1600-h/the+3+SYBI+chicks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6TD9qafJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1ZLy5cRv9Qo/s400/the+3+SYBI+chicks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070651926767107218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6SBtqafII/AAAAAAAAASs/gMUgaijd0Cg/s1600-h/Rahma,+ida,+emy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6SBtqafII/AAAAAAAAASs/gMUgaijd0Cg/s400/Rahma,+ida,+emy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070650788600773762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6709835501809169822?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6709835501809169822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6709835501809169822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6709835501809169822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6709835501809169822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-at-ilo.html' title='LAST DAY AT ILO....'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rl6UpNqafLI/AAAAAAAAATE/ec71H40xvAk/s72-c/working+hard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-4141559107243213602</id><published>2007-05-09T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:44:14.738+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>La France d'après</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regardez et réflechissez.. De droite ou de gauche, ne voulons nous tous pas préserver le droit de se rassembler dans les lieux publics et de montrer publiquement sa tristesse? Est-ce un crime d'être triste et d'avoir besoin de l'extérioriser?&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas en France en ce moment, mais si j'avais pu, j'aurais été à Bastille. Pas pour "casser" mais pour montrer ma douleur, tout simplement le fait que je veux autre chose. Les médias désignent des vandales: il y en a toujours, et en aura toujours dans les manifestations. Mais est-ce des vandales que nous voyons sur ces vidéos? N'avons nous pas le droit de vouloir autre chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardez les ces images. Regardez les. Moi je l'ai fait, et j'ai bien peur de cette violence absolue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film 1: Bastille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1x0lq_bastille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film 2: Baston à Bastille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1wxfg_baston-a-bastille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-4141559107243213602?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4141559107243213602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=4141559107243213602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4141559107243213602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4141559107243213602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-france-daprs.html' title='La France d&apos;après'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-9054782548369790770</id><published>2007-05-09T11:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:44:47.083+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Earth/ Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RkFKROBB4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/DtFeqfvY0IM/s1600-h/Sol+dvt+maison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RkFKROBB4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/DtFeqfvY0IM/s400/Sol+dvt+maison.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062409115821793826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RkFKw-BB4jI/AAAAAAAAASU/Zl6IvJpL4JE/s1600-h/DSC07609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RkFKw-BB4jI/AAAAAAAAASU/Zl6IvJpL4JE/s400/DSC07609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062409661282640434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-9054782548369790770?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9054782548369790770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=9054782548369790770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/9054782548369790770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/9054782548369790770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/05/earth-sky.html' title='Earth/ Sky'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RkFKROBB4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/DtFeqfvY0IM/s72-c/Sol+dvt+maison.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1275386589723958287</id><published>2007-05-01T08:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:32:22.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>Et vous doutiez encore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Et une de plus.. en demandant la destitution du symbole Mai 68 en France Sarkozy rajoute une insulte aux Français sur sa liste déjà bien remplie. Mai 68 a permis aux femmes françaises d'enfin pouvoir jouir de leur droits humains: ne plus dépendre de son mari et de son père, avoir droit à l'indépendence sexuelle, aux droits reproductifs, etc... Oublier mai 68 ce serait oublier que des français se sont battus pour des valeurs de libertés et de respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous doutez encore?&lt;br /&gt;Voici une liste d'apparitions ou de citations de Nicolas Sarkozy dont certaines devraient être, à mes yeux, passibles de recours en justice... Réveillons-nous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui sait dire que « on nait violent » »que nous devons dès la maternelle repérer les comportements violents » « car à 16 ans c'est foutu on ne corrige plus »&lt;br /&gt;Voyez la vidéo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1sjgs_sarko-2eme-torapamavoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La voilà la France de demain&lt;br /&gt;REGARDEZ CETTE VIDEO DU 23 AVRIL 2007 LE MEETING DE SARKO A DIJON VOILA COMMENT ON VOUS TRAITERA : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1srq9_le-vrai-programme-sarkozyste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les concepts sur l'héritage génétique et la violence héréditaire, sont à la fois des concepts datant de 1940 mais surtout des théories de comptoirs tenues par le futur président.&lt;br /&gt;Voyez :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1ozbo_inne-acquis-axel-khan-reagit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"J'inclinerais, pour ma part, à penser qu'on naît pédophile, et c'est d'ailleurs un problème que nous ne sachions soigner cette pathologie. Il y a mille deux cents ou mille trois cents jeunes qui se suicident en France chaque année, ce n'est pas parce que leurs parents s'en sont mal occupés ! Mais parce que, génétiquement, ils avaient une fragilité, une douleur préalable. Prenez les fumeurs : certains développent un cancer, d'autres non. Les premiers ont une faiblesse physiologique héréditaire. Les circonstances ne font pas tout, la part de l'inné est immense." Nicolas Sarkozy&lt;br /&gt;sources :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://philomag.com/article,dialogue,nicolas-sarkozy-et-michel-onfray-confidences-entre-ennemis,288.php &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-823448,36-892092@51-823374,0.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui ne sait même pas si les combattants d'al Qaîda sont sunnites ou shihites…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1fyiu_sarkozy-et-al-quaeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui de sa poigne de Fer censure , revoque , contraint la liberté de la presse :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xly0g_sarkozy-censure-les-medias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x166bc_kahn-explique-la-methode-sarkozy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Censure : &lt;br /&gt;Serge Portelli, magistrat, vice-président au tribunal de Paris, président de la 12e Chambre correctionnelle, auteur de nombreux ouvrages. Ci-joint un texte qui vient d'être "empêché de publication avant les élections", concernant le bilan de Sarkozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui insulte l'Allemagne et ne parle pas de l'union européenne : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1paag_sarko-insulte-lallemagne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui dont sa porte parole Rachida Dati se permet de jouer avec le feu hors camera il y a encore qq semaines :&lt;br /&gt;Karsher ? Ils ne le diront plus après les émeutes !!!&lt;br /&gt;Et ben si : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1n95l_karcherderachidadati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui menace de virer la redaction de France 3 (l'affaire de la maquilleuse)&lt;br /&gt;« Toute cette direction, il faut la virer », a lâché le candidat UMP, comme le rapporte le Canard Enchaîné du 21 mars 2007. « Je ne peux pas le faire maintenant. Mais ils ne perdent rien pour attendre. Ca ne va pas tarder ». &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.davduf.net/Affaire-Maquillage-Sarkozy.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'homophobie implicite de Mossieur Sarkozy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x156m6_sarkozy-et-les-questions-gays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans son programme Sarkozy a deja annoncé la supression du pacs, pour le remplace par un contrat reservé aux seuls homos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.prochoix.org/cgi/blog/index.php/2007/04/08/1371-nicolas-sarkozy-contre-l-adoption-par-des-homosexuels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/prochoix/video/xq9cl_lump-veut-detruire-le-pacs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui sait renier et combattre « l'égalitarisme » : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1p668_sarkozy-a-toulouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui dont les injustices de son programme crèvent les yeux : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1johe_sarkozy-son-programme-injuste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui veut se rapprocher des Etats-Unis et qui est capable de truquer la photo de sa rencontre avec Bush :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x18ld1_sarkozy-165-bush-183 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x120wi_congres-ump-etatsunis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'UMP se fout bien de Nicolas Hulot et de son plan …&lt;br /&gt;Vous en doutez ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1m3j7_sarkozy-piege &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui manipule les journalistes Jonh paul Leppers : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1nfid_a-propos-de-sarkozy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSEZ... TROP C 'EST TROP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1275386589723958287?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1275386589723958287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1275386589723958287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1275386589723958287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1275386589723958287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/05/et-vous-doutiez-encore.html' title='Et vous doutiez encore?'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-4834255484521681581</id><published>2007-04-28T17:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Visages d'Aceh / Faces from Aceh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMtx-BB4gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-dqYpL3tFuk/s1600-h/visage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMtx-BB4gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-dqYpL3tFuk/s400/visage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058437142951354882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMteuBB4fI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Tcn52PXCdEE/s1600-h/visage2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMteuBB4fI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Tcn52PXCdEE/s400/visage2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058436812238873074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMsnuBB4eI/AAAAAAAAARs/4fuhZBAXHRQ/s1600-h/visage6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMsnuBB4eI/AAAAAAAAARs/4fuhZBAXHRQ/s400/visage6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058435867346067938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMrO-BB4dI/AAAAAAAAARk/HHAcJOlPtxY/s1600-h/viage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMrO-BB4dI/AAAAAAAAARk/HHAcJOlPtxY/s400/viage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058434342632677842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMpmOBB4cI/AAAAAAAAARc/AJXylLlInTk/s1600-h/visage1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMpmOBB4cI/AAAAAAAAARc/AJXylLlInTk/s400/visage1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058432543041380802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMovuBB4bI/AAAAAAAAARU/9v5H1a-lN4o/s1600-h/visage7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMovuBB4bI/AAAAAAAAARU/9v5H1a-lN4o/s400/visage7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058431606738510258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMmxOBB4aI/AAAAAAAAARM/hp0i1ocNALs/s1600-h/viage3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMmxOBB4aI/AAAAAAAAARM/hp0i1ocNALs/s400/viage3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058429433485058466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-4834255484521681581?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4834255484521681581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=4834255484521681581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4834255484521681581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4834255484521681581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/visages-daceh-faces-from-aceh.html' title='Visages d&apos;Aceh / Faces from Aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMtx-BB4gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-dqYpL3tFuk/s72-c/visage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7842988219695399114</id><published>2007-04-28T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.821+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Moisson &amp; Mousson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMc6eBB4ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/F1TQrjQJ5F4/s1600-h/riz+1.JPG"&gt;Il s'agit de la meme prise de vue.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Both pictures were taken from the same angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMc6eBB4ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/F1TQrjQJ5F4/s1600-h/riz+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMc6eBB4ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/F1TQrjQJ5F4/s400/riz+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058418597282570642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMcJuBB4YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/q7cJVOXrYZc/s1600-h/riz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMcJuBB4YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/q7cJVOXrYZc/s400/riz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058417759763947906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7842988219695399114?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7842988219695399114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7842988219695399114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7842988219695399114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7842988219695399114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/moisson-mousson.html' title='Moisson &amp; Mousson'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMc6eBB4ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/F1TQrjQJ5F4/s72-c/riz+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3076440005415180722</id><published>2007-04-28T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.821+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>PSG d'Aceh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMbkeBB4XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pBwodEXvSPU/s1600-h/PSG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMbkeBB4XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pBwodEXvSPU/s400/PSG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058417119813820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3076440005415180722?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3076440005415180722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3076440005415180722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3076440005415180722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3076440005415180722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/psg-daceh.html' title='PSG d&apos;Aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMbkeBB4XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pBwodEXvSPU/s72-c/PSG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8347998045025576268</id><published>2007-04-28T15:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote : la carte d’identité indonésienne (suite)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Qu’est ce que cela nous dit sur l’Indonésie, ou du moins sur Aceh : que l’enregistrement à l’état civil est un beau bordel, une grande usine a gaz et/ou une grande fumisterie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;À quoi cela donne droit ? À moi rien. Mais imaginons que je sois métisse arabe, chinois, indien ou indonésien comme l’était ma collègue de terrain auparavant, et que je parle couramment indonésien, qui n’est pas la langue la plus difficile du monde. Alors dans ce cas-là je pourrai faire illusion avec ma KTP en poche, je serais en mesure de me marier, d’avoir des enfants indonésiens, de posséder légalement un terrain… Peut-être même pourrais-je obtenir un passeport indonésien, un permis de conduire, adopter un enfant indonésien… Pour un peu que je paye quelques euros à un chef de village, je pourrai m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;me être enregistré comme électeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;En creusant, je me suis rendu compte que tout ce qui est lié à l’enregistrement civil est concentré essentiellement dans les mains du chef de village. C’est lui qui atteste qu’untel ou untel est bien de son village, d’origine, de résidence ou de mariage. Tant et si bien qu’un ami indonésien m’a affirmé pouvoir avoir 3 KTP : une de son village d’origine, une du village de sa femme, une de son lieu de résidence à la ville. Un autre ami indonésien m’a montré ses 2 cartes d’identité, où il n’y avait même pas les mêmes données : la date de naissance était différente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Ayant un peu travaillé sur ce thème avec Amnesty International, imaginons un peu les conséquences d’un tel système, qui est resté largement fondé sur le "communautaire", soit le chef du village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Une famille qui s’est disputée avec son chef de village et/ou avec le pak Camat local, ne peut plus faire ses papiers officiels : acte de naissance, livret de famille, carte d’identité… Et ne peut donc prétendre à rentrer dans une économie formelle avec contrat (et être protégé légalement), et ne pouvant bénéficier d’un contrat de travail formel, ne peut donc souscrire à une assurance-santé pourtant obligatoire légalement. Il ne peut donc obtenir la lettre qui lui donnerait droit aux allocations sociales s’il en avait le droit. Ses enfants peuvent aller à l’école, tant qu’il s’agit de l’école locale, mais quid des études secondaires ou supérieures ? Et je ne parle pas des problèmes fonciers qui pourraient surgir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Je connais un tel cas sur le terrain. La solution qu’il a trouvée est d’aller directement au bureau du gouverneur qui signe directement ses demandes à la place du pak camat. Cela implique toutefois de posséder les réseaux qui permettent d’atteindre le gouverneur, et de pouvoir se rendre à la ville. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Je ne préfère même pas imaginer les conséquences sur le trafic d’enfants et la prostitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;En tout cas, j’ai ma KTP indonésienne. Et cela ne sert à rien. Sinon a l'exhiber avec fiert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; a mes amis indon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;siens. C'est aussi un beau cadeau, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;las r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;lateur d'un syst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;me critiquable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8347998045025576268?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8347998045025576268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8347998045025576268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8347998045025576268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8347998045025576268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/anecdote-la-carte-didentit-indonsienne_28.html' title='Anecdote : la carte d’identité indonésienne (suite)'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-3376558141315557259</id><published>2007-04-28T15:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote: La carte d’identité indonésienne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMEy-BB4VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZBdqPwxhkP4/s1600-h/ID+card+Ab+aceh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMEy-BB4VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZBdqPwxhkP4/s400/ID+card+Ab+aceh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058392080154485074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Le programme de développement dont j’ai la charge se déroule à l’échelle d’un sous district, c’est-à-dire sur 28 villages étalés sur une côte de 20 Km. Notre ONG est arrivée 2 mois après le tsunami, et malgré cela, une des rares a déjà intervenir sur ce sous-district, la seule à intervenir avec un angle psychosocial. Ce programme psychosocial s’est ensuite élargi à un programme de micro-crédit mais toujours avec un fort angle psychosocial. Comme le terme Psychosocial est utilisé à toutes les sauces, je vais préciser en disant qu’il s’agit d’un programme intégré, participatif, visant à rétablir le lien dans l’activité économique, éducative et sociale de la communauté pour un développement humain durable et pacifique. Là, tout de suite, ça vous parle beaucoup plus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Toujours est-il que du fait de notre longue présence et notre crédibilité auprès des communautés du sous-district et des autorités locales, d’une réelle écoute de terrain, nous entretenons un réel lien avec la population et les autorités locales. Tant et si bien qu’on nous a offert de nous faire faire notre « carte d’identité locale » (KTP), après une boutade lancée au Pak Camat (équivalent préfet du sous-district). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Résultat, me voilà un jour dans le bureau de l’administration locale. Le fonctionnaire, dans son bel uniforme beige à écusson du service public, nous accueille avec un grand sourire. Il avait été mis au courant avant par son supérieur. Il nous invite dans la pièce à côté, exiguë à souhait. Il sort un beau formulaire papier et prend place derrière un petit bureau, croulant sous le poids d’une énorme machine à écrire, un monstre en acier noir des années 70 fière de ses 5 bons kilos. Il y a bien 2 nouveaux ordinateurs généreusement donnés par l’Australie, mais les fonctionnaires ne sont pas vraiment formés et, de toute façon il n’y a l’électricité au compteur que la nuit. Et vous pensez bien que les fonctionnaires indonésiens au niveau local ne font pas d’heures sup’. Ne soyons pas mauvaise langue sur l’aide australienne, ils ont aussi fourni un générateur à essence suffisamment puissant pour 2 ordinateurs et une imprimante ! Autant Emily fonctionne au Nutella et l’âne à la carotte, autant un générateur à essence fonctionne à l’essence, y a rien à y faire. C’est comme les voitures, on a beau leur dire « Allez Titine, plus que 10 Km, tiens le coup ! », si vous n’êtes pas dans une descente, cela ne sert à rien d’implorer qui que ce soit. Pas d’argent, pas d’essence, pas d’électricité, pas d’outil informatique. C’est bête comme chou. Et c’est là que la machine à écrire est utile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Le fonctionnaire glisse le formulaire dans les mâchoires en acier de la machine, tripote 2-3 boutons pour régler le bazar, place ses grands doigts et lève le nez : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nom ? &lt;/span&gt;Jusque là tout va bien. Ça clique de façon appliquée, méthodique, scolaire.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clic, clic !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adresse ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;clic, clic, clic, rattle !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Occupation ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;clic, clic, clicclic, rattle !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Religion ? &lt;/span&gt;… Religion ???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben oui quoi Religion, c’est pas compliqué, y en a 4 : Musulman, Bouddhiste, Hindouiste, Chrétien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Devant l’air dubitatif du fonctionnaire indonésien, l’œil étonné, la moustache interrogative, le rictus amusé par cet étrange étranger qui ne sait même pas sa religion, la honte de sa mère, je cherche une réponse. Je balbutie un vague &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;« athée ? agnostique ? »&lt;/span&gt; en français, autant dire que ça va pas faire avancer les choses. Je tente avec un air faussement assuré &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;« Humaniste »&lt;/span&gt; après avoir hésité avec « Zoroastre » pour le décalage. Le dubitatif devient incompréhension. Je me lance dans une courte tirade expliquant qu’&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il s’agit d’une religion en France&lt;/span&gt; (pour faire court, parce qu’on n’allait pas y passer la nuit non plus hein). Ma réponse ne rentre pas dans les 4 choix possibles officiels, toutefois son hésitation est balayée par la délicatesse envers l’hôte étranger. La religion, c’est sacré, on ne peut pas discuter la foi toutes les fois. Et puis lui non plus n’a pas envie d’y passer la nuit hein. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cliclic clic clic, rattle ! rattle !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;La carte d’identité est prête, on la sort de la machine, on y colle la photo, on y appose la signature, et 15 jours après j’ai ma carte d’identité (KTP) avec signature du CAMAT, du chef de la police locale et du chef de la caserne locale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMG2-BB4WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qUmRDj6DCgk/s1600-h/ID+card+Ab+aceh+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMG2-BB4WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qUmRDj6DCgk/s400/ID+card+Ab+aceh+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058394347897217378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-3376558141315557259?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3376558141315557259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=3376558141315557259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3376558141315557259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/3376558141315557259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/anecdote-la-carte-didentit-indonsienne.html' title='Anecdote: La carte d’identité indonésienne'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjMEy-BB4VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZBdqPwxhkP4/s72-c/ID+card+Ab+aceh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6801974946005049663</id><published>2007-04-28T15:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote: Mariage d'Aceh 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siti Junah une jeune femme de 22 ans des villages d’Aceh n’a pas de petit ami. Elle est pourtant très jolie, autant aux yeux d’un Européen que d’un Indonésien. Lors du tsunami, elle a eu la chance de ne pas perdre de membres de sa famille directe, chose exceptionnelle, sachant que son village a été rasé. Toutefois, elle a perdu tous ses amis en quelques instants. La plupart des gens de son age du village sont morts du fait du tsunami, et dans un Aceh en guerre depuis 30 ans, on n’a pas d’amis en dehors du village. Après le tsunami, elle a habité avec sa famille dans un autre village, où elle a eu énormément de mal à s’intégrer.Elle est jeune, jolie, elle est aussi institutrice auxiliaire: une rivale dangereuse pour les jeunes filles locales ET pour les femmes déjà mariées. Il faut dire aussi qu’elle si prend bien pour faire tourner les têtes, mais il s’agit d’une attitude de défense. Finalement, à force de faire le gros dos, d’enseigner aux petits du village à l’école et à fonder un groupe de danse traditionnelle avec les enfants, elle gagne à ce que les femmes du village la tolèrent.&lt;br /&gt;Depuis 2 semaines, elle affiche un air triste et résigné sur son visage, alors qu’on a l’habitude de la voir forte en gueule, souriante, rebelle, parfois drôle parfois à la limite de la méchanceté, parfois pleurant, trop sensible à une vanne de ses collègues. Mais jamais triste et résignée sur un temps aussi long.&lt;br /&gt;Elle va se marier la semaine prochaine avec un homme d’un autre village qu’elle a tout juste aperçu. Celui-ci est veuf du tsunami et a perdu ses 3 jeunes enfants lors du tsunami. On peut imaginer l’angoisse qu’elle ressent… Sans qu’elle ne trouve pas vraiment les mots pour exprimer cette peur trouble, car au fond, se marier, c’est bien, c’est l’aboutissement d’une vie de femme à Aceh, car cela signifie en général connaître les joies de la maternité peu après. Alors pourquoi arbore t elle une mine si triste et mélancolique ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6801974946005049663?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6801974946005049663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6801974946005049663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6801974946005049663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6801974946005049663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/anecdote-mariage-daceh-2.html' title='Anecdote: Mariage d&apos;Aceh 2'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2172302588774910128</id><published>2007-04-28T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.823+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote: Mariage d'Aceh 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siti Lia, une jeune femme de Banda Aceh, file le parfait amour avec son petit ami. Cela fait plusieurs années qu’ils sont fiancés et que les parents le savent. Le Tsunami ne les a pas séparés même s’il leur a apporté leurs lots de deuils. Et voilà, deux ans après le tsunami, ils décident de se marier, de fonder leur foyer. Sauf que là, brutalement, la belle-mère n’est plus d’accord et ne trouve plus Siti Lia assez convenable pour son fils. Elle est pétrifiée. Lui n’en a que faire, et jure à sa fiancée qu’il veut se marier et qu’il n’en a rien à foutre. Dans leur cas, ce serait possible, elle a un métier et elle travaille, et lui travaille dans la fonction publique à Banda Aceh. Ils sont jeunes. Elle, raisonnable, ne le souhaite pas, elle ne veut pas se marier si sa belle-famille ne la reconnaît pas. Lui s’emporte, il se dispute, et l’histoire fini en queue-de-poisson.C’est-à-dire qu’aucun des deux ne dit que c’est fini, mais ils ne savent pas non plus où ils en sont. Un temps mort dans leur relation.&lt;br /&gt;Là-dessus débarque un ami d’enfance surgi de nul part, que Siti Lia n’avait jamais vraiment remarqué avant, ni n’avait elle entretenu de contacts par la suite. Il lui raconte qu’il a toujours été amoureux d’elle, et que sachant qu’elle est désormais seule et lui encore célibataire, pourquoi ne se marieraient-ils pas? Il représente un parti convenable, il n’est pas repoussant, il n’est pas stupide. Certes elle ne l’aime pas, pas encore, certes elle ne le connaît pas vraiment, se dit-elle, mais tout de même j’ai 27 ans et je ne suis toujours pas marié! C’est peut-^être ma dernière chance de fonder un foyer! Les familles approuvent.&lt;br /&gt;Une ou deux semaines après, ils sont mariés administrativement. Ils en sont encore à se connaître, à discuter pour se découvrir.Demain ils se marient devant l’imam et demain il y a la fête, avec tous les amis, les collègues, les voisins, n’importe qui qui passe par cette rue sera invité à manger et à payer ses respects aux deux mariés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2172302588774910128?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2172302588774910128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2172302588774910128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2172302588774910128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2172302588774910128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/anecdote-mariage-daceh-1.html' title='Anecdote: Mariage d&apos;Aceh 1'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-4087155927103412045</id><published>2007-04-26T10:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:39:59.867+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjAeteBB4SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2G-nvEuoo_s/s1600-h/Affiche1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjAeteBB4SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2G-nvEuoo_s/s320/Affiche1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057576148037394722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-4087155927103412045?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4087155927103412045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=4087155927103412045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4087155927103412045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/4087155927103412045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-comment.html' title='No Comment'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RjAeteBB4SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2G-nvEuoo_s/s72-c/Affiche1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5180080854562954047</id><published>2007-04-24T12:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Concert d'IWAN FALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voici des images du concert d'Iwan Fals auquel nous sommes allés ce week end. Iwan Fals est un chanteur très connu en Indonésie et inutile de dire que c'était l'hystérie générale. C'était aussi un moment important pour les Acehnais car il est considéré comme très politique et Aceh retrouve enfin sa liberté politique... A un moment, un poète est monté sur scène et a lu un texte TRES politique disant des choses du style "tu manifestes tu te fais tirer dessus.. ils sont tous corrompus". Et la police à côté n'a pas bougée! C'était vraiment chouette à voir.&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, normalement, la Shari'at force la séparation des sexes lors des évènements publics.. Là, il y avait bien les barrières de séparation.. mais personne ne les a utilisées! Hommes et femmes étaient ensembles, chantant et dansant, et c'était assez fort de voir les Acehnais aussi "libres"... Je vous mets un bout d'article sur les actions d'Iwan en plus des photos...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...And he has been a thorn in the side of those who would abuse their power. In 1984, Fals was hauled in for a song that touched a nerve with the then Suharto regime. Mbak Tini (Miss Tini) told the story of a hooker who opened up a roadside coffee stall and married a truck driver hauling dirt. Problem is, the husband's name was Suharto and the wife was short and fat, not unlike the First Lady, Ibu Tien (Mrs. Tien). Fals insists that the song was not about the former First Couple. But he is as unconvincing now as he was then. Fals was confined to his hotel for two weeks while officials drew up charges of insulting the head of state—which could have led to jail. In the end, he was never prosecuted, but from that point on, Fals was rebel, hero and star all rolled into one. Today, there is no Suharto around to needle. But Fals' reminders to legislators not to sleep through hearings, and calls to fight oppression have never been more relevant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UvZzrQlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7K9bd5TeXfA/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UvZzrQlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7K9bd5TeXfA/s320/DSCF0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056861498709328466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2TqpzrQiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/inwuckaaRv0/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2TqpzrQiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/inwuckaaRv0/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056860317593322018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UaZzrQkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5eWeppUKXwI/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UaZzrQkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5eWeppUKXwI/s320/DSCF0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056861137932075586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UAJzrQjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z2rdHTIKi9U/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UAJzrQjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z2rdHTIKi9U/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056860686960509490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2U_ZzrQmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J0yzhQdhNW4/s1600-h/DSCF0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2U_ZzrQmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J0yzhQdhNW4/s320/DSCF0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056861773587235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5180080854562954047?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5180080854562954047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5180080854562954047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5180080854562954047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5180080854562954047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/concert-diwan-fals.html' title='Concert d&apos;IWAN FALS'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ri2UvZzrQlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7K9bd5TeXfA/s72-c/DSCF0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5161517960625745399</id><published>2007-04-23T11:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>CITOYENS, EN AVANT TOUTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;La soirée d'hier soir fut agitée à Banda Aceh. Colée au petit écran télé, la communauté française était rassemblée pour être témoin du pire ou du meilleur... Tout d'abord, quelle plaisir de voir que 87% des français se sont réveillés: l'importance du vote dans notre société a retrouvé sa juste place dans la tête des gens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cependant, une chose m'inquiète: la France reste divisée entre deux camps, deux choix de vie tellement différents. Nous sommes tous allés aux urnes pour éviter le pire à nos yeux: pour moi, un Sarko à la tête d'un état totalitaire et policier, injuste et tout simplement à côté de la plaque. Mais pour d'autre, le "pire" à éviter, c'est Ségolène Royal... Bref. J'ai peur d'un résultat qui exclu tout simplement la moitié du pays. Car je pouvais encore accepté une présidence Chirac au nom de la lutte contre le racisme et l'extrèmisme, mais comment accepté une présidence Sarkozy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste un autre mot sur la lamentable émission spéciale de France 2. Je ne sais pas combien d'entre vous l'ont regardé, mais nous sommes de notre côté restés ébahis par tant de médiocrité. Les présentateurs tout d'abord: comme si cette soirée était devenue une foire aux potins, aux pièges, une exhibition malsaine... A couper la parole aux uns et aux autres, à parler par dessus eux, à répéter pendant deux heures les mêmes questions. Tout cela entrecoupé de Sarko en train de marcher, Sarko en train de monter dans sa voiture, en train de respirer... Mais mon Dieu, il respire! C'était ridicule. On aurait dit la Reine d'Angleterre. Sérieusement. Pendant une demi-heure, France 2 nous a montré Sarko se faisant chasser par les paparazzis. Une honte pour une soirée qui se veut être politique au sens pur du terme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref, voici des émotions à chaud&lt;br /&gt;A bientôt pour la suite des aventures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5161517960625745399?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5161517960625745399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5161517960625745399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5161517960625745399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5161517960625745399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/citoyens-en-avant-toute.html' title='CITOYENS, EN AVANT TOUTE!'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2714399943954944348</id><published>2007-04-23T10:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:51:19.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on in North Korea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;North Korea is a secret country. So secret that they don't even share their amazing artistic capacities. Well, we got our secret spy into the country for the 15th anniversary of the current leader, and look what he brought back... quite extraordinary. More seriously, these pictures are from the Triangle team (abel's NGO) who was there a few weeks ago... If you look carefully, you'll see thousands of children holding the background images....Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;La Corée Du Nord est un pays secret. Tellement secret qu'il ne partage pas ses hallucinantes capacités artistiques! Et bien, grâce à notre espion, c'est chose faites. Voici des images du 15eme anniversaire du leader du moment (je suis dans l'incapacité de vous dire son nom).. c'est assez extraordinaire. Plus sérieusement, ces photos ont été prises par des membres de l'équipe Triangle (l'ONG pour laquelle travaille Abel) il y a quelques semaines. Si vous regardez bien, vous verrez des milliers de petites têtes tenant le décor en arrière-plan... 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Riw5NZzrQhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M1AlTlLdNfg/s320/IMGP2667b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056479384058937874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2714399943954944348?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2714399943954944348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2714399943954944348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2714399943954944348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2714399943954944348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-going-on-in-north-korea_23.html' title='What&apos;s going on in North Korea...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RiwsYZzrQYI/AAAAAAAAANs/NpQXFLajRvY/s72-c/IMGP2472b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7661565952292688793</id><published>2007-04-19T09:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:30:45.863+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images talk for themselves</title><content type='html'>Watch this video illsutrating the absurdity of the world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US soldiers in Irak having fun with Iraqi children. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DddSmvm0VYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7661565952292688793?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7661565952292688793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7661565952292688793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7661565952292688793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7661565952292688793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/images-talk-for-themselves.html' title='Images talk for themselves'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2163579474818636312</id><published>2007-04-12T09:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>MAIS QUE FAIT-ELLE DONC VRAIMENT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ca y est je me suis remise au travail... et pour faire taire les mauvaises langues je vais vous expliquer scrupuleusement en quoi consiste mon travail..&lt;br /&gt;Je travaille donc pour ILO (International Labor Organisation), l'agence des Nations Unies pour le Droit du Travail... Anciennement BIT (Bureau International du Travail), ILO gère le droit du travail et son application, tout en mettant en place des programmes de sensibilisation et de relance économique.&lt;br /&gt;ILO à Banda Aceh a plusieurs programmes: le plus important étant le Entrepreneurship Culture and Business Creation Project, celui auquel je suis rattachée. Ce programme a pour but de former les entrepreneurs Acehnais (à un niveau très local) et de les aider à faire marcher leurs magasins et entreprises; et de soutenir les institutions locales qui aident l'emploi et la relance économique. La formation se déroule en trois temps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Generate Your Business Idea (GYBI), pour les entrepreneurs potentiels qui veulent se lancer mais qui n'ont pas d'idées précises. &lt;br /&gt;2. Start Your Business (SYB), pour les entrepreneurs qui on besoin de se créer un plan d'action pour ouvrir un commerce ou pour améliorer celui qu'ils ont déjà&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve Your Business (IYB), pour les entrepreneurs qui veulent faire évoluer leur commerce/ entreprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon rôle à moi est de complèter et illustrer cette formation de manière à ce que des problématiques de respect de la femme et de ses droits au travail ainsi que du respect de l'environment y soit inclus. Plus concrètement, je vais proposer des exemples de "bonne conduite" entrepreneuriale. Par exemple, Aceh pullule de petits garages réparant scoots et motos.. souvent, leur huile de vidanges est jetée dans la rivière... Certains de ces garages se sont rassemblés et donnent maintenant leur huile à Lafarge, companie française qui fabrique du ciment et qui réutilise l'huile dans leur travaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce qui est vraiment interessant, c'est que cette formation est vraiment dispensée très localement, et qu'il y a donc là une chance d'atteindre les petits commerces qui mine de rien sont responsables de beaucoup de pollution. Ici de toute façon, tout les déchets se jetent soit dans les rizières, soit sur le bord de la route. L' éternel problème des sociétés qui n'avaient il n'y a pas si longtemps, que des déchets biodégradables... et de celles où les pouvoirs publics n'ont pas les moyens d'organiser la récolte et le triage de déchets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà, plus d'excuses! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2163579474818636312?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2163579474818636312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2163579474818636312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2163579474818636312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2163579474818636312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/mais-que-fait-elle-donc-vraiment.html' title='MAIS QUE FAIT-ELLE DONC VRAIMENT?'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5769829621931309133</id><published>2007-04-11T09:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.260+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>ELEPHANT LAND</title><content type='html'>Sur la route de Sigli, ville de la côte Est, à Sare, une réserve d'éléphants à l'Indonésienne. Certains attachés, d'autres en liberté dans la nature, les éléphants et leurs "maitres" ont une relation à part...&lt;br /&gt;Inutile de dire que je suis tombée amoureuse.... un éléphant, c'est un poème à quatres pates..Ses yeux parlent comme un livre ouvert, sa peau est un parchemin de vieillesse... Ses poils, épais et durs, le protègent du monde extérieur. C'est tout simplement magnifique un éléphant... &lt;br /&gt;Au passage, je vous présente mes amis Amy, Monica et Mathieu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxPJmSQg2I/AAAAAAAAALY/D_Y9oS9FSeM/s1600-h/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxPJmSQg2I/AAAAAAAAALY/D_Y9oS9FSeM/s320/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051999908317397858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxPzWSQg3I/AAAAAAAAALg/1yX6_y99oI0/s1600-h/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxPzWSQg3I/AAAAAAAAALg/1yX6_y99oI0/s320/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052000625576936306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxQMGSQg4I/AAAAAAAAALo/fACV7uPv16k/s1600-h/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxQMGSQg4I/AAAAAAAAALo/fACV7uPv16k/s320/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052001050778698626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxQm2SQg5I/AAAAAAAAALw/1TTZHTdn_QU/s1600-h/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxQm2SQg5I/AAAAAAAAALw/1TTZHTdn_QU/s320/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052001510340199314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5769829621931309133?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5769829621931309133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5769829621931309133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5769829621931309133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5769829621931309133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/elephant-land.html' title='ELEPHANT LAND'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhxPJmSQg2I/AAAAAAAAALY/D_Y9oS9FSeM/s72-c/Elephant-Saree-Indonesia2007+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5753049312532081910</id><published>2007-04-02T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.260+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Back in Banda Aceh</title><content type='html'>Après des vacances en France bien méritées, nous revoilà à Banda Aceh... Heureux de rentrer, la routine a déjà repris le dessus. Toujours bien occupée avec Amna (je vous conseille de vous mettre à jour en allant sur son blog, car nous avons une superbe nouvelle: http://saving-amna.blogspot.com/), j'attends que ILO prépare mon contrat et mes terms of references (job description). L'administration des UN... une lente et grosse machine.. bref, patience.. &lt;br /&gt;Abel a repris à Lhoong, et il est content. Il a peut-être une extension de deux mois sur son programme... à voir. En tout les cas si nous rentrons définitevement en France, ce sera aux alentours de mi- Août. &lt;br /&gt;Nous nous sommes faits voler notre superbe appareil photo, donc cela va être dur d'illustrer ce blog.. mais ne vous inquiétez pas, on trouvera un moyen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà, petit message de retour. &lt;br /&gt;Soyez patients car nous allons bientôt rajouter plein de belles choses... à commencer par notre ami Roland de l'association Ensemble contre la leucémie qui remet à Jacque CHIRAC une lettre concernant Amna... et la réponse de la Présidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhDJjFRJPrI/AAAAAAAAALI/HmkRk_Dn9y4/s1600-h/elyse%CC%81e+27.03.07+023.jpg%09.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhDJjFRJPrI/AAAAAAAAALI/HmkRk_Dn9y4/s320/elyse%CC%81e+27.03.07+023.jpg%09.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048756786829016754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhDJvlRJPsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3CKIFX4ZtqI/s1600-h/elyse%CC%81e+letre+27.03.07.jpg%09.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhDJvlRJPsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3CKIFX4ZtqI/s320/elyse%CC%81e+letre+27.03.07.jpg%09.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048757001577381570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5753049312532081910?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5753049312532081910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5753049312532081910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5753049312532081910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5753049312532081910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-banda-aceh.html' title='Back in Banda Aceh'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RhDJjFRJPrI/AAAAAAAAALI/HmkRk_Dn9y4/s72-c/elyse%CC%81e+27.03.07+023.jpg%09.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-5309782680411586665</id><published>2007-02-09T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.260+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Mariage Acehnais</title><content type='html'>Voici des photos du mariage de Novi, mon assistante.. J'en ai fait beaucoup des mariages ici.. la tradition veut que le mari et la femme ne sourient pas, reste de marbre sans aucune émotion dans leurs beaux habits.. Et bien ici, c'était que des sourires, des embrassades, de l'amour.. C'était vraiment chouette. Et Novi est de loin la plus belle des mariées... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxRo2vlJkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ycOkhBM5h4U/s1600-h/DSCN0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxRo2vlJkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ycOkhBM5h4U/s320/DSCN0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029484646197700162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxSPmvlJlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ojwYq-BzB6o/s1600-h/Novi,+Foul+Em+Abel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxSPmvlJlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ojwYq-BzB6o/s320/Novi,+Foul+Em+Abel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029485311917631058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxSvGvlJmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UmLDVJIocDc/s1600-h/novi+sourit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxSvGvlJmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UmLDVJIocDc/s320/novi+sourit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029485853083510370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxTPWvlJnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-DlM0pCJbEw/s1600-h/novi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxTPWvlJnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-DlM0pCJbEw/s320/novi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029486407134291570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-5309782680411586665?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5309782680411586665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=5309782680411586665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5309782680411586665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/5309782680411586665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/02/mariage-acehnais.html' title='Mariage Acehnais'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxRo2vlJkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ycOkhBM5h4U/s72-c/DSCN0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-1154190067019308208</id><published>2007-02-09T17:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.824+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>A Aceh, tout se transporte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxQy2vlJjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RQDuLk0YgEg/s1600-h/1106+Banda+Cakes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxQy2vlJjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RQDuLk0YgEg/s320/1106+Banda+Cakes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029483718484764210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxQe2vlJiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pSRhFrXcwgs/s1600-h/1106+Banda+Cakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxQe2vlJiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pSRhFrXcwgs/s320/1106+Banda+Cakes2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029483374887380514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-1154190067019308208?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1154190067019308208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=1154190067019308208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1154190067019308208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/1154190067019308208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/02/aceh-tout-se-transporte.html' title='A Aceh, tout se transporte...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxQy2vlJjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RQDuLk0YgEg/s72-c/1106+Banda+Cakes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-2370124582472240336</id><published>2007-02-09T11:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Gel douche pour les jeunes filles non-mariées...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rcv--WvlJhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uJzo9FjeMms/s1600-h/gel+douche+acehnais.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rcv--WvlJhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uJzo9FjeMms/s320/gel+douche+acehnais.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029393756099782162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible de ne pas faire la blague... désole  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-2370124582472240336?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2370124582472240336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=2370124582472240336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2370124582472240336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/2370124582472240336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/02/gel-douche-pour-les-jeunes-filles-non.html' title='Gel douche pour les jeunes filles non-mariées...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rcv--WvlJhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uJzo9FjeMms/s72-c/gel+douche+acehnais.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-8412007968891109056</id><published>2007-02-09T11:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Mauvais gout Acehnais</title><content type='html'>Ici, être riche signifie être kitch... Les nouvelles fortunes post-tsunami se font élever des maisons rose bonbons carrelées... Appréciez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rcv9O2vlJgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UdVln92i8-o/s1600-h/maison+rose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rcv9O2vlJgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UdVln92i8-o/s320/maison+rose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391840544368130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-8412007968891109056?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8412007968891109056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=8412007968891109056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8412007968891109056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/8412007968891109056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/02/mauvais-gout-acehnais.html' title='Mauvais gout Acehnais'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Rcv9O2vlJgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UdVln92i8-o/s72-c/maison+rose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6753770432548114977</id><published>2007-01-17T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.261+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>Une année déjà...</title><content type='html'>... qu'un petit ange s'en est allé.. Lulu, tu nous manques, et l'on t'aime toujours aussi fort. &lt;br /&gt;Petit clin d'oeil à toi d'Indonésie... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3ktZUmYaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/na9t9mfTuRc/s1600-h/writing+lulu+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3ktZUmYaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/na9t9mfTuRc/s320/writing+lulu+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020920628130505122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3kh5UmYZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bU1pQnlpR6g/s1600-h/writing+lulu+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3kh5UmYZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bU1pQnlpR6g/s320/writing+lulu+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020920430562009490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3kRZUmYYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y-4eBjUXcwI/s1600-h/writing+lulu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3kRZUmYYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y-4eBjUXcwI/s320/writing+lulu+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020920147094167938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6753770432548114977?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6753770432548114977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6753770432548114977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6753770432548114977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6753770432548114977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/01/une-anne-dj.html' title='Une année déjà...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/Ra3ktZUmYaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/na9t9mfTuRc/s72-c/writing+lulu+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-7549880196712386099</id><published>2007-01-10T11:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:56:37.108+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOS AMIS CHERIS: GEO ET ALEX...</title><content type='html'>Georgina travaille pour Child Fund, et Alex apprécie la vie acehnaise... un vrai petit enfant de la jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxU22vlJoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/isHa-YHc8oY/s1600-h/alex+and+emily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxU22vlJoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/isHa-YHc8oY/s320/alex+and+emily.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029488185250752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRub5UmYMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g-MVWnCdf58/s1600-h/alex2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRub5UmYMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g-MVWnCdf58/s320/alex2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018257310320320706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRtcXtNUZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rbK9yS8dHVs/s1600-h/geo+and+alex+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRtcXtNUZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rbK9yS8dHVs/s320/geo+and+alex+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018256218964971922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRsOXtNUYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kpfXCpeFRNk/s1600-h/geo+and+alex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRsOXtNUYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kpfXCpeFRNk/s320/geo+and+alex.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018254878935175554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-7549880196712386099?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7549880196712386099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=7549880196712386099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7549880196712386099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/7549880196712386099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/01/nos-amis-cheris-geo-et-alex.html' title='NOS AMIS CHERIS: GEO ET ALEX...'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RcxU22vlJoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/isHa-YHc8oY/s72-c/alex+and+emily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-6732218725544253627</id><published>2007-01-10T10:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.261+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>ERWIN'S WEDDING</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, Erwin is Abel's assistant and our very good friend here! He married Ika, also a former Triangle Staff from Lhoong! The tradition is the following: a woman important to you brings you to your future wife's house, carrying an umbrella to protect you from the sun. Erwin chose me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRpI3tNUXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L9Y-dpbt3vE/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRpI3tNUXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L9Y-dpbt3vE/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018251485911011698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRnAntNUWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jSpJwmJfTH4/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRnAntNUWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jSpJwmJfTH4/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018249145153835362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRkTXtNUVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HKkZGCSx_7c/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRkTXtNUVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HKkZGCSx_7c/s320/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018246168741499218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRiyXtNUUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LEebsozrm2o/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRiyXtNUUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LEebsozrm2o/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018244502294188354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRg_3tNUTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lJMniBdoSX8/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRg_3tNUTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lJMniBdoSX8/s320/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018242535199166770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRfhntNUSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qfH3iJW0rvg/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRfhntNUSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qfH3iJW0rvg/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018240915996496162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-6732218725544253627?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6732218725544253627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=6732218725544253627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6732218725544253627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/6732218725544253627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2007/01/erwins-wedding.html' title='ERWIN&apos;S WEDDING'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RaRpI3tNUXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L9Y-dpbt3vE/s72-c/DSC00909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-499274759526443434</id><published>2006-12-07T10:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:25:31.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Photos de notre "famille indo"</title><content type='html'>Bonjour les amis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Désole pour ce silence cybernautique.. j'ai été malade et la convalescence est longue. Abel est à Lhoong, loin de la toile.. Mais nous revoilà avec des photos d'il y a quelques semaines lorsque Claire de Triangle à Lyon est venue sur le terrain.. Voici toute l'équipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeF69usbiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jz9LwHMtv6Q/s1600-h/Ã©quipe+Indo+nov06+3+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005616758894915106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeF69usbiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jz9LwHMtv6Q/s320/%C3%A9quipe+Indo+nov06+3+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bashar, chef de mission, notre amie Georgina et son fils alex, momo, clair et zubaidah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeG0tusblI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xlLQwzOf1ZA/s1600-h/Love&amp;love+Indo+nov06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005617751032360530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeG0tusblI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xlLQwzOf1ZA/s320/Love%26love+Indo+nov06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeGVtusbjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gMFK0MbbXys/s1600-h/Ã©quipe+Indo+nov06+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005617218456415794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeGVtusbjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gMFK0MbbXys/s320/%C3%A9quipe+Indo+nov06+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeGj9usbkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RecrNOLeUAE/s1600-h/demi+Ã©quipe+Indo+nov+06+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005617463269551682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeGj9usbkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RecrNOLeUAE/s320/demi+%C3%A9quipe+Indo+nov+06+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-499274759526443434?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/499274759526443434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=499274759526443434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/499274759526443434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/499274759526443434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/12/photos-de-notre-famille-indo.html' title='Photos de notre &quot;famille indo&quot;'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H2P74Frukkg/RXeF69usbiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jz9LwHMtv6Q/s72-c/%C3%A9quipe+Indo+nov06+3+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116334233738467670</id><published>2006-11-12T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:55:22.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00464.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00426.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/em%27s%20drawing%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/em%27s%20drawing%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/fire%20and%20cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/fire%20and%20cow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00550.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00531.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00470.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00463.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00462.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00474.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116334233738467670?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116334233738467670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116334233738467670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116334233738467670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116334233738467670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-pictures.html' title='HOLIDAY PICTURES'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116304885154680662</id><published>2006-11-09T11:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:07:31.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting Tsahal</title><content type='html'>How can one not react to the deaths of 18 civilians yesterday in Beit Hanoun, Palestine? How can one not cry when seeing the street flooded with blood, the shocked faces of men and women agitated like animals. How dare a country that sits at the UN, defines itself as a democracy call this incident "an error"? An error? Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3218,36-832133@51-803567,0.html"&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3218,36-832133@51-803567,0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116304885154680662?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116304885154680662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116304885154680662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116304885154680662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116304885154680662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/disgusting-tsahal.html' title='Disgusting Tsahal'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116278099355265129</id><published>2006-11-06T09:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:43:13.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you have time, I beg you to watch this video.. it takes two minutes to download and another two to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This situation is clear: palestinian women walking unarmed in a street, get shot at by Tsahal, the Israeli army. Look at these images. Try and grasp the unbelievable and the scandalous. Just so next time we hear that Tsahal was "defending themselves" or "killing terrorists", these images come back to our minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's be the voices who tell the truth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/web/video/0,47-0@2-3218,54-830410@51-803567,0.html"&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/web/video/0,47-0@2-3218,54-830410@51-803567,0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116278099355265129?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116278099355265129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116278099355265129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116278099355265129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116278099355265129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/watch-this.html' title='Watch this'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116264430750085131</id><published>2006-11-04T19:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:26:01.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote: "L'école sans enfants"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Il était une fois un village sans enfants. Le tsunami avait emporté toutes les maisons, ravagé toutes les cultures et tué la moitié de la population. Parmi les survivants, seuls 2 enfants en âge d'aller à l'école.&lt;br /&gt;Un an après la catastrophe, la communauté décide qu'elle veut une école dans son village, comme avant. Alors elles font venir tous les enfants du village voisin, prennent une belle photo dans leur village, monte un dossier à envoyer aux organisations de solidarité internationale. Les chinois répondent présents facilement. Ils construisent une belle école, inaugurée 6 mois après.&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui l'école est vide, de toutes façons il n'y a pas de professeurs.&lt;br /&gt;Les 2 enfants du village en âge d'aller à l'école parcourent leurs 2 kilomètres quotidiens pour suivre les cours à l'école du village voisin, celui avec beaucoup d'enfants.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, l'école se remplira plus tard dans une dizaine d'années, avec les enfants du baby boom post tsunami, et avec des instituteur Inch'Allah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/children%20aceh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/children%20aceh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116264430750085131?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116264430750085131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116264430750085131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116264430750085131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116264430750085131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/anecdote-lcole-sans-enfants_04.html' title='Anecdote: &quot;L&apos;école sans enfants&quot;'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116264421907501039</id><published>2006-11-04T19:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:26:01.343+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Anecdote: "Un buffle pour tous, tous pour un buffle!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Je mettrai désormais sous cette catégorie toutes les petites histoires, tristes ou joyeuses, pathétiques ou non, graves ou non, qui se passent sur le terrain. Celles qui concernent le quotidien, la vie de tous les jours des gens d'ici ou là. Une anecdote particulière récente et assez courante est celle du buffle sans propriétaires.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/0906%20saney%20sunset%20buffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/0906%20saney%20sunset%20buffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Dans la période post tsunami et reconstruction, beaucoup d ONG, a tort ou a raison, et suivant des contraintes dont je parlerai une autre fois, implante des programmes de donation de fonds direct aux victimes, dans le jargon on dit&lt;br /&gt;"Tiens ils font du cash grant !"&lt;br /&gt;Plus précisément ici, la pratique consiste à filer un capital assez conséquent à chaque foyer sur un territoire défini, en 4 parts dépendant de la proposition d'activités économiques que le bénéficiaire a défini avec le personnel de terrain de l ONG et des étapes à suivre. Par exemple, étape 1: 2 millions de roupies, construction du magasin - étape 2: 3 millions Rp., achat des stocks...&lt;br /&gt;A chaque étape un bonhomme local mais de la ville souvent vient sur le terrain avec une grosse 4x4 stické avec le logo de l'ONG, descend de sa voiture avec sa checklist et son t-shirt ou casquette marquées elles aussi du logo omniprésent, regarde si le bénéficiaire a bien acheté ce qu'il a dit qu il achèterait et non pas une mobylette ou des clopes, ou pire! un téléphone portable dernier cri, il prend une photo et lance la procédure pour la seconde étape au bureau qui est à la ville. Evidemment, il faut imaginer qu'il est difficile de se projeter dans l'avenir après un tsunami et 30 ans de conflit larvé, même 1 an et demi après le désastre. Les gens n'ont pas encore totalement réintégrées les nouvelles maisons, ou bien les terres ne sont pas encore redistribuées (côte mangée par la vague), ou toujours impropre à la culture (salinisation), la vie économique n'a pas vraiment redémarré à plein, c'est encore une période de tâtonnements... Un village près de chez moi, situé sur l'axe routier principal s est retrouvé avec 10 échoppes de ventes d'essence sur une distance de 200 mètres... tous avaient copié la même proposal, ne sachant pas quoi proposer à l'ONG et voulant toucher le fond tout de même... Plusieurs cas de proposal d'élevage se sont naturellement faites : acheter du bétail, l'élever, le faire se reproduire avec celui du voisin. En l'occurrence le fameux buffle d eau est un cas courant, celui au longues cornes, qui prend son pied dans des bains de boue ou en s'étalant dans les rivières.&lt;br /&gt;Or il se trouve que le même buffle a servi de "preuve" à montrer à l ONG. Quand l'ONG pointe son nez (estampillé du logo aussi), on emprunte le buffle du voisin et on dit "voila c'est le buffle que j'ai acquis avec la première partie du fond que vous m'avez donné, merci, assalaam aleikoum, quand arrive la seconde partie?". Le personnel local de l'ONG international prend une photo et repart, satisfait de son travail, sans réaliser que le même buffle sert à tout le village...&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dis pas que c est bien ou mal. C'est juste comme ça. Il n'y a pas de système parfait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/2006%2001%20buffalo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/2006%2001%20buffalo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116264421907501039?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116264421907501039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116264421907501039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116264421907501039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116264421907501039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/anecdote-un-buffle-pour-tous-tous-pour.html' title='Anecdote: &quot;Un buffle pour tous, tous pour un buffle!&quot;'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116262279889208588</id><published>2006-11-04T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.262+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>Courage et folie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Des femmes servant de boucliers humains pour sauver leurs hommes: courage et folie face au langage de la violence... deux d'entre elles tuées, 25 blessées.. Les soldats de Tsahal tirant sur des mères et des adolescentes sur cette terre où le crime devient banalité et la mort le quotidien... Une mort masculine vaut une mort feminine, mais la mort de ces mères palestiniennes est intolérable et illustre la situation catastrophique en Palestine et Israël.&lt;br /&gt;Mine de rien, derrière les differents factions armees et partis politiques se dresse une armee non-violente prête à marcher sur les chars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les femmes palestiniennes, encore une fois, nous montre leur force.&lt;br /&gt;Leçon tirée?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/web/video/0,47-0@2-3218,54-830410@51-803567,0.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116262279889208588?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116262279889208588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116262279889208588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116262279889208588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116262279889208588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/courage-et-folie.html' title='Courage et folie'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116246177935646511</id><published>2006-11-02T17:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:07:26.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIES</title><content type='html'>The Israeli Prime Minister, Ehud Olmert, has boasted before the Knesset foreign and security committee that his army has now killed over 300 Palestinian fighters in the Gaza Strip over the last three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the Palestinian deaths in Gaza over the last three months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137 under the age of 16, 29 were women, 12 were old men above the age of 60, 42 were killed inside their homes. The remaining death toll, some 100, were all young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alternativenews.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=596&amp;Itemid=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116246177935646511?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116246177935646511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116246177935646511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116246177935646511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116246177935646511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/lies.html' title='LIES'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116088936203696640</id><published>2006-10-15T12:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:31:29.381+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosferatu is still roaming around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/Scary%20street%20penang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/Scary%20street%20penang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116088936203696640?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116088936203696640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116088936203696640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116088936203696640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116088936203696640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/nosferatu-is-still-roaming-around.html' title='Nosferatu is still roaming around'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116088861788996754</id><published>2006-10-15T11:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:31:29.382+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of aggressive Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/jardin%20botaniq%20ab.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/jardin%20botaniq%20ab.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cette image est liee aux propos de l'article du blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/malaisie-le-pays-de-toutes-les.html"&gt;http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/malaisie-le-pays-de-toutes-les.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116088861788996754?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116088861788996754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116088861788996754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116088861788996754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116088861788996754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/beware-of-aggressive-monkeys.html' title='Beware of aggressive Monkeys'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116072860279171162</id><published>2006-10-13T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:14:30.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage en Malaisie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00190.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00190.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quelques photos de notre semaine passée à Penang... A few pics of our week spent in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00131.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00202.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00219.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC00222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre guest house... avec nos colocs de quelques &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/hotel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/hotel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jours..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/hotel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/hotel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116072860279171162?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116072860279171162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116072860279171162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116072860279171162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116072860279171162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/voyage-en-malaisie.html' title='Voyage en Malaisie'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116036086337628439</id><published>2006-10-09T09:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:16:40.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le silence des morts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna Politkovskaïa ne peux plus parler. Assassinée à cause de son courage, la mort l'a réduite au silence. Nous, par contre, nous sommes bien vivants, et nous avons la parole et les actes. Pour la tchétchénie, parlez-en, lisez les bouqins, et faites pressions sur vos autorités locales et nationales. Il existe en France beaucoup d'associations qui se battent pour que la vérité soit entendue et pour que la Tchétchénie soit soutenue.&lt;br /&gt;Voici quelques sites intéressants: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMITE TCHETCHENIE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.comite-tchetchenie.org/"&gt;http://www.comite-tchetchenie.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etudes Sans Frontières TCHETCHENIE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.esf-tchetchenie.org/taxonomy/term/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anna Politkovskaïa, une des rares journalistes à dénoncer la situation en Tchétchénie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3214,36-821281@51-821230,0.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primée à l'étranger, notamment par le Pen Club International et en 2003 par le prix du Journalisme et de la Démocratie de l'OSCE, Anna Politkovskaïa avait publié plusieurs livres, dont Voyage en enfer. Journal de Tchétchénie, qui avait eu un large écho lors de sa sortie en 2000 en France. Rare journaliste russe à couvrir encore la deuxième guerre de Tchétchénie, lancée par Moscou en octobre 1999, elle écrivait régulièrement dans le bi-hebdomadaire Novaïa Gazeta de longs articles dénonçant les assurances de normalisation en Tchétchénie du président Vladimir Poutine.&lt;br /&gt;Très critique de la politique de Moscou dans le Caucase mais aussi plus largement du tournant autoritaire pris par M. Poutine, cette femme de 48 ans aux cheveux poivre et sel et au verbe acéré venait de publier La Russie selon Poutine, paru au printemps en France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour Amnesty International, comme pour de nombreux observateurs en Russie, Anna Politkovskaïa a été "visée en raison de son travail de journaliste témoignant des violations des droits de l'Homme en Tchétchénie et dans d'autres régions de Russie". L'organisation internationale "appelle les autorités russes à enquêter sur son meurtre de façon minutieuse et impartiale". "Il est évident que la première version qui vienne à l'esprit est celle d'un meurtre lié à ses activités professionnelles", estime lui aussi Vitali Tretiakov, rédacteur en chef du journal Moskovskie Novosti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Détenue en Tchétchénie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elle ne disait pas se sentir menacée", selon Tatiana Lokchina, directrice de l'ONG Demos et spécialiste du Caucase, qui venait de participer à une conférence sur la Tchétchénie à Stockholm avec Mme Politkovskaïa, invitée fréquemment à des colloques à l'étranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors qu'elle se rendait en avion à Beslan pour couvrir la prise d'otages en septembre 2004 dans une école de cette ville du Caucase par un commando pro-tchétchène, la journaliste avait été victime d'une intoxication. Elle avait accusé les autorités d'avoir empoisonné le thé qui lui avait été servi à bord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En février 2001, cette lauréate de la Plume d'or (prix de l'Union des journalistes de Russie) avait été détenue plusieurs jours par les forces russes en Tchétchénie, une arrestation qu'elle avait liée à son enquête sur un centre de détention de l'armée."Pour la Tchétchénie, c'est une grande tragédie, c'était une des dernières journalistes à couvrir la guerre, à rapporter avec constance les violations des droits de l'Homme", a souligné Mme Lokchina, évoquant ses articles sur les abus commis par les forces fédérales russes mais aussi par les milices redoutées de Ramzan Kadyrov, l'homme fort de Moscou dans la république du Caucase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elle critiquait beaucoup Kadyrov, elle était l'une des rares à se le permettre", relève Mme Lokchina. Son dernier article dans Novaïa Gazeta, au début du mois, intitulé "Entente punitive", évoquait la terreur menée par les milices de Ramzan Kadyrov.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116036086337628439?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3214,36-821281@51-821230,0.html' title='Le silence des morts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116036086337628439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116036086337628439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116036086337628439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116036086337628439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/le-silence-des-morts.html' title='Le silence des morts'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116030827177449298</id><published>2006-10-08T18:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:33:27.313+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/abel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/abel.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116030827177449298?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116030827177449298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116030827177449298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116030827177449298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116030827177449298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-time.html' title='Ramadhan Time'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-116030543387186123</id><published>2006-10-08T17:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:33:27.314+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Aceh: Tsunami &amp; Conflit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Voici des extraits d un article que j'ai ecrit pour la newsletter de l ONG pour laquelle je travaille, afin de vous donner une idee du contexte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/abel%20001%20glups.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/abel%20001%20glups.0.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Du fait de l’exceptionnalité et l’ampleur de la catastrophe, de son côté terrifiant et aveugle, les caméras se sont braquées sur la destruction de la vague géante en oubliant les spécificités locales. Pourtant, la vie existait avant que le tsunami dévaste les côtes, et nous ne sommes pas face à une même réalité entre la Thaïlande et Aceh… la région d’Aceh est déchirée par une guerre civile depuis 30 ans entre le GAM, groupe armé indépendantiste, et l’armée indonésienne et ses tristement célèbres milices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"   &gt;Au milieu du conflit, une vie quotidienne s’organise depuis 30 ans. Une vie de tous les jours, anonymes, ponctuée par les barrages de l’une ou l’autre des parties, par les balles qui sifflent, aveugles, les humiliations quotidiennes, les tortures, la peur, la délation, le deuil, l’incertitude du lendemain. On va au marché du village voisin, situé à 1,5 Km par la route principale à 15 dans une voiture, afin de ne pas passer seul et à pied devant le poste de l’armée. Il s’agissait avant le tsunami de ce quotidien là, où la moindre activité banale devient compliquée, où sa survie et celle de sa famille est mise en jeu… pendant 30 ans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-: FR; mso-fareast-: AR-SAfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Le tsunami qui a dévasté Aceh, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(...),&lt;/span&gt; a été terrible. La vie a été bouleversée, les liens sociaux anéantis. Il n’y a personne qui n’ait perdu des amis proches et de la famille directe. Les repères sociaux, géographiques et physiques ont été démolis ( +/- 50% de la population décédée à Lhoong, 24 villages littéralement rasés, la côte mangée par la mer, les champs détruits).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: FRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Triangle GH a implanté en février 2005 à Lhoong le programme psychosocial orienté sur la reconstruction du lien social, focalisé comme les autres organisations d’aide internationale sur le tsunami et ses conséquences. La reconstruction des personnes en encourageant le lien social est un travail de longue haleine que le bailleur a été prêt à accompagner, en donateur compréhensif des réalités du terrain. Le 1&lt;sup&gt;er&lt;/sup&gt; volet du programme social s’est déroulé dans un contexte d’urgence et de chaos. En un an et demi, ont pu se mettre en place des activités diverses : &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 22.7pt; TEXT-INDENT: -8.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 22.7pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: FRfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Activités avec les enfants : dépasser le trauma, développer l’enfant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 22.7pt; TEXT-INDENT: -8.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 22.7pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: FRfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Formation professionnelle (couture, cuisine, électricité, mécanique, informatique, menuiserie) : re-diffuser les savoir-faire perdus avec les disparus du tsunami&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 22.7pt; TEXT-INDENT: -8.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 22.7pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: FRfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Relance de 2 groupes de chants et danse traditionnels : re-former les groupes avec les survivants, retransmettre la culture locale, retrouver ses repères culturels et identitaires&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 22.7pt; TEXT-INDENT: -8.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 22.7pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: FRfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Cinéma dans les baraques : créer des moments récréatifs partagés par la communauté&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 22.7pt; TEXT-INDENT: -8.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 22.7pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: FRfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Relance des groupes Arisan (sorte de « tontine » indonésienne, groupe d’épargne-crédit traditionnel)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 22.7pt; TEXT-INDENT: -8.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 22.7pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: FRfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;Soutien à des projets communautaires (matériel de déblaiement de terrain, pâtisserie/boulangerie communautaire, …)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Des activités toutes caractérisées par un même dénominateur commun : agir ensemble, se projeter dans une activité communautaire, se resituer dans le groupe =&gt; reconstruire le lien social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ce premier projet psychosocial s’est focalisé sur le contexte d’urgence, par nécessité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;En juin 2005, le conflit s’achève à Aceh, Aceh obtient à terme une autonomie, une atmosphère de paix s’installe. Le trauma immédiat au tsunami est moins prégnant, ceux du conflit, plus profonds, moins évidents, non exprimés jusqu’à maintenant refont surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ainsi le second programme psychosocial sur Lhoong est il la continuité du premier tout en s’adaptant aux problématiques nouvelles qui surgissent. L’enjeu de ce programme est double.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(1) Il s’agit d’abord de poursuivre les activités du premier programme psychosocial en orientant sur le post conflit : encourager les dynamiques sociales et de solidarité &lt;u&gt;entre&lt;/u&gt; les villages. La base de la vie détruite par le tsunami s’est reconstruite, mais elle se reconstruit en fonction de ce qu’il y avait avant : un quotidien de peur, de délation, de rumeurs, cloisonné par village si ce n’est par maison. Pourtant, l’environnement a changé : climat de paix, ouverture aux autres régions, au reste du pays, aux pays voisins, à l’international. Il s’agit donc d’accompagner la reconstruction d’un lien social effrité, rabougri par 30 ans de conflit inexistant pour les médias internationaux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Les activités du 1&lt;sup&gt;er&lt;/sup&gt; programme se poursuivent, s’adaptent à la nouvelle problématique et se diversifient. Exemples : intégration à la formation cuisine d’une formation informatique et aux bases de comptabilité ; la production de la formation couture est pour la communauté : pour tel ou tel groupe traditionnel, uniformes pour les orphelins de tel ou tel village, Cinéma éducatif dans les écoles…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(2) Le 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; enjeu est de préparer sa sortie. Il serait dommage de quitter Aceh après 2 ans et demi de programmes psychosocial quand on sait que le temps de la reconstruction sociale est long. Il serait très regrettable de partir et laisser un vide que l’on a comblé au lendemain du tsunami. Un programme psychosocial ne s’implante pas en 6 mois, et ne peut se terminer brusquement sans une sortie préparée. Le bailleur a accepté de financer le second programme psychosocial qui prépare la sortie de TGH de Lhoong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Les activités Enfants, de Formation Adultes et de Micro Finance, rassemblé en un Centre de Ressources Communautaires seront reprises petit à petit par les locaux : par une association locale gérée par le staff locale de TGH pour la formations et les activités Enfants d’une part, et par une Coopérative de Finance gérée par des membres issus des groupes Arisan du 1&lt;sup&gt;er&lt;/sup&gt; programme d’autre part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Non seulement, ce programme psychosocial aura pu décliner sous différents angles la reconstruction des personnes et du lien social : des animations Enfants à la Micro Finance en passant par la formation professionnelle pour les adultes et le soutien de groupes culturels ; mais il aura eu aussi la chance et le temps de préparer sa sortie pour une durabilité du soutien psychosocial apporté dans le contexte d’urgence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-116030543387186123?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116030543387186123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=116030543387186123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116030543387186123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/116030543387186123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/aceh-tsunami-conflit.html' title='Aceh: Tsunami &amp; Conflit'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-115969534045647001</id><published>2006-10-01T16:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:31:59.502+07:00</updated><title type='text'>US: loi votée: légalisation de l'emprisonnement arbitraire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Bush impose sa loi sur le traitement des "ennemis combattants illégaux"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LE MONDE 29.09.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après un semblant de bataille autour du principe d'habeas corpus, qui stipule que nul ne peut être détenu indéfiniment sans procès, le Sénat américain a adopté, jeudi 28 septembre, la loi sur la détention et le jugement des prisonniers de la "guerre antiterroriste".&lt;br /&gt;Déjà approuvé la veille par la Chambre des représentants, ce texte apporte plusieurs changements fondamentaux au droit américain. Pour la première fois depuis la deuxième guerre mondiale, des tribunaux militaires vont être créés pour juger des civils. Appelés "commissions militaires", ils sont composés de militaires qui peuvent, s'ils le jugent utile, prendre en considération des confessions obtenues par la force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La loi donne, pour la première fois, une définition du terme d'"ennemi combattant" forgé par l'administration Bush, en 2001, pour qualifier les suspects arrêtés. Elle en fait maintenant des "ennemis combattants illégaux" (unlawful enemy combatant) comme pour se rapprocher de l'unique division reconnue par le droit international entre combattants légaux (les armées) et illégaux. La définition est élargie. Des étrangers soupçonnés d'apporter un "soutien matériel" aux terroristes sont passibles des commissions militaires, même s'ils résident aux Etats-Unis.&lt;br /&gt;L'habeas corpus, ou droit de contester toute détention préventive devant un juge, est suspendu pour les étrangers accusés de terrorisme. Selon l'avocat constitutionnaliste Neal Katyal, c'est la première fois, en un siècle et demi, que&lt;br /&gt;"le Congrès introduit une discrimination entre les citoyens et les étrangers dans le recours à la justice". Le vote du Sénat, obtenu par 65 voix contre 34, met fin à une bataille de plusieurs semaines au Congrès. La majorité républicaine était pressée d'obtenir un vote avant la fin, vendredi, de la session parlementaire. Le président Bush est encore venu, jeudi matin au Capitole, presser les sénateurs républicains. A quarante-cinq jours des élections législatives, les démocrates n'ont pas eu le coeur de lancer une manoeuvre d'obstruction. Douze d'entre eux ont même approuvé la loi, comme l'avaient fait trente-quatre de leurs collègues, la veille, à la Chambre des représentants. Le débat s'est concentré sur l'habeas corpus. "Nous allons être traités de tous les noms, de "défaitocrates", de gens qui se préoccupent plus des droits des terroristes que de la protection des Américains", a plaidé Barak Obama, l'une des figures du Parti démocrate. Mais "au lieu d'éliminer l'habeas corpus, un droit vieux de sept siècles, nous aurions pu donner à l'accusé une chance, une seule, de demander au gouvernement pourquoi il est détenu et ce dont on l'accuse", a-t-il ajouté. Les démocrates avaient négocié douze heures de débats et la possibilité de présenter quelques amendements. Hillary Clinton est intervenue pour tenter de faire passer une clause obligeant à revoir la loi dans cinq ans. "Maltraiter les prisonniers encourage la radicalisation", a-t-elle averti. John Rockefeller a réclamé un contrôle plus strict du programme de détentions secrètes de la CIA, qui peut désormais se poursuivre en toute légalité. Tous les amendements ont été rejetés. La base militante a été déçue de voir le Parti démocrate "capituler". Mais l'état-major a manifestement fait le calcul que la Cour suprême aurait probablement de nouveau à arbitrer, comme elle l'a fait en juin. Selon la Constitution, le recours en habeas corpus",&lt;br /&gt;"le Congrès introduit une discrimination entre les citoyens et les étrangers dans le recours à la justice". Le vote du Sénat, obtenu par 65 voix contre 34, met fin à une bataille de plusieurs semaines au Congrès.&lt;br /&gt;La majorité républicaine était pressée d'obtenir un vote avant la fin, vendredi, de la session parlementaire. Le président Bush est encore venu, jeudi matin au Capitole, presser les sénateurs républicains. A quarante-cinq jours des élections législatives, les démocrates n'ont pas eu le coeur de lancer une manoeuvre d'obstruction. Douze d'entre eux ont même approuvé la loi, comme l'avaient fait trente-quatre de leurs collègues, la veille, à la Chambre des représentants.&lt;br /&gt;Le débat s'est concentré sur l'habeas corpus. "Nous allons être traités de tous les noms, de "défaitocrates", de gens qui se préoccupent plus des droits des terroristes que de la protection des Américains" , a plaidé Barak Obama, l'une des figures du Parti démocrate. Mais "au lieu d'éliminer l'habeas corpus, un droit vieux de sept siècles, nous aurions pu donner à l'accusé une chance, une seule, de demander au gouvernement pourquoi il est détenu et ce dont on l'accuse" , a-t-il ajouté.&lt;br /&gt;Les démocrates avaient négocié douze heures de débats et la possibilité de présenter quelques amendements. Hillary Clinton est intervenue pour tenter de faire passer une clause obligeant à revoir la loi dans cinq ans. "Maltraiter les prisonniers encourage la radicalisation", a-t-elle averti. John Rockefeller a réclamé un contrôle plus strict du programme de détentions secrètes de la CIA, qui peut désormais se poursuivre en toute légalité. Tous les amendements ont été rejetés.&lt;br /&gt;La base militante a été déçue de voir le Parti démocrate "capituler". Mais l'état-major a manifestement fait le calcul que la Cour suprême aurait probablement de nouveau à arbitrer, comme elle l'a fait en juin. Selon la Constitution, le recours en habeas corpus&lt;br /&gt;ne peut être suspendu qu'en cas de rébellion ou d'invasion. Le républicain Arlen Specter a déposé un amendement pour le rétablir. Un autre républicain, le sénateur Gordon Smith, de l'Oregon, a eu les mots les plus durs. "La détention permanente d'étrangers nuit à notre intégrité morale. Le pouvoir de détenir des gens sans avoir à produire de cause est un outil de despotisme", a-t-il affirmé.La majorité n'a rien concédé. Elle a plaidé que les juges n'avaient pas "à prendre des décisions touchant à l'armée en temps de guerre". Lindsey Graham a affirmé que les détenus de Guantanamo encombraient les tribunaux de demandes futiles : "Un dictionnaire, du courrier plus rapide". La sénatrice Dianne Feinstein leur a rappelé qu'un certain nombre d'innocents étaient passés par Guantanamo.Le président entend promulguer la loi très rapidement. La gauche le soupçonne de vouloir organiser la mise en place du procès du cerveau des attentats du 11-Septembre avant les élections du 7 novembre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corine Lesnes - Article paru dans l'édition du 30.09.06"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-115969534045647001?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3222,36-818149@51-809866,0.html' title='US: loi votée: légalisation de l&apos;emprisonnement arbitraire?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/115969534045647001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=115969534045647001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115969534045647001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115969534045647001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/10/us-loi-vote-lgalisation-de.html' title='US: loi votée: légalisation de l&apos;emprisonnement arbitraire?'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-115951510944563425</id><published>2006-09-29T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:53:09.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Abel'/><title type='text'>Malaisie : le pays de toutes les discriminations !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penang, île malaise où y en n'a pas, est un endroit fait pour le tourisme du Fun, des grands hôtels, des petits hôtels, des pancartes prometteuses de grands frissons et de sensations fabuleuses, de plongées sur des coraux de rêves, du meilleur poulet tandoori du pays, du plus grand bouddha allongé d’Asie du sud est (après les 2 autres plus grands allongés d’Asie du Sud Est mais c’est écrit en tout petit), la bière la moins chère du continent, blablabla…&lt;br /&gt;C'est aussi un endroit où vivent ensemble des chinois, des malais, des indiens, en bonne intelligence semble-t-il, dans le respect de leurs cultures (musulmans, hindous, bouddhistes, confucéens, méthodiste, baptiste, adventiste…) et de leurs langues différentes (malais, hindi et des dialectes de leurs régions d origine, mandarin, cantonais, anglais). Tout ça a l’air de bien se passer et de bien se vivre ensemble, la vieille chinoise parle an anglais dans le bus au très vieux musulman et cède sa place gentiment mais ne s’assiéra pas à côté. Il y a des couples mixtes, mais ils ne sont pas légions non plus, il n’y a pas de réel ghettos, mais des quartiers à dominance quand même, et des lycées « pour jeunes filles chinoises », des écoles « couvent protestant »… On vit ensemble, on se mélange, mais pas trop quand même.&lt;br /&gt;D’ailleurs nous avons vécu deux moments incontestables de discriminations négatives !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/&lt;/strong&gt; A l’ambassade d’Indonésie, le garde (indien et hindou) refuse de me laisser entrer car je porte un short… Pourquoi ? Musulman ? Ramadhan ? Nous argumentons vivement car j’ai en fait un short ¾, qui cache les genoux, comme le précise les codes musulmans : il faut cacher les genoux (même si cela ne concerne que les musulmans en théorie). Il cède devant une argumentation persuasive qu’il ne comprend pas du fait de nos insuffisances linguistiques réciproques. 10 minutes plus tard entre un australien blond au yeux bleu, entouré dans un sarong pour cacher son short… il n’a apparemment pas convaincu… 10 minutes plus tard, entre un chinois avec un short ras-le-testicule type athlétisme… Et lui on lui a rien dit je parie. &lt;strong&gt;DISCRIMINATION !&lt;br /&gt;2/&lt;/strong&gt; Nous allons nous balader dans un grand jardin botanique, réputé pour la nombreuse population de macaques. Juste avant d’entrer nous ne résistons pas à prendre une glace faite maison, 20 mètres avant. Nous pensions faire une promenade romantique, bras dessus bras dessous, petits oiseaux, gazon et violons. AHA illusion ! A peine avions nous fait deux pas dans le parc, que nous apercevons un singe, puis deux « Oh qu’ils sont mignons » et je porte la glace à mes lèvres. Les deux singes se figent, nous fixent puis commencent à avancer vers nous. Nous nous figeons, nous les fixons aussi, mais tandis que dans leurs regards grandissent l’avidité et l’agressivité, dans le notre c’est la compréhension de la situation, et une légère panique. Les singes courent vers nous, nous reculons, Emily sautille, je fais une tentative d’attaque feintée peu audacieuse pour voir si ça les impressionne, pas convaincant du tout, je rebrousse aussi comme une fillette. Le gardien nous sauve en criant, la tatane dans la main bien levée. Les singes fuient à distance raisonnable du gardien mais nous guette. Nous finissions notre glace à l’abri, et commençons enfin notre promenade romantique narguant les deux singes. A ce moment là une jeune malaise passe mangeant des morceaux de fruits sur une broche… Et les singes ne mouftent même pas… &lt;strong&gt;DISCRIMINATION !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-115951510944563425?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/115951510944563425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=115951510944563425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115951510944563425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115951510944563425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/malaisie-le-pays-de-toutes-les.html' title='Malaisie : le pays de toutes les discriminations !'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-115951008014662509</id><published>2006-09-29T12:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:30:21.262+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><title type='text'>News from Penang, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/Amna%20penang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/Amna%20penang1.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here we are in Penang, enjoying the crazyness and diversity of this city. Penang is a mix of Malay, indian and chinese cultures, all mixed together with giant chop sticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were also able to meet Amna Maulida the day we arrived. Amna is the little girl we have been trying to help. She has leukemia and her family is struggling to pay for her medical treatment. Visiting a child section in a public malaysian hospital is quite an experience. Children with leukemia and other cancers are al together in a big room, no privacy and no separation whatsoever. I remember visiting my friend Adam in the USA when he had leukemia: here, no one asked us to wash our hands, and the open door of the room leads to the busy and noisy penang street. Nevertheless, I was able to talk to Amna's doctor, and realized how quickly we need to act. We really need to take this to a next level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who are in the USA, and for our friends in France, there are in both countries people who are helping us raise money. A dollar or euro for us means nothin. Here it is a night in a hotel for Amna's dad. Please contact me if you think you can spare a little. Send me an email or leave a comment on this blog. I will keep on posting the evolution of Amna's situation. For now she is back in Banda Aceh for a week, eventhough this is really not a good idea. Her risk of getting an infection are high, but her parents clearly understand she is not to get out of the house..The next moove is to organise a trip for her three sisters to come to Penang to do the comptaibility test for Amna's transplant. We need all the help we can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To end on a nicer note, the beaches here are beautiful. Yesterday saw abel and I lying down on white sand thinking about nothing but the sun burning our skin. Mor epictures will be posted once we get back to Aceh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai Jumpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-115951008014662509?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/115951008014662509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=115951008014662509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115951008014662509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115951008014662509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/news-from-penang-malaysia.html' title='News from Penang, Malaysia'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-115890065915211085</id><published>2006-09-22T11:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:32:56.801+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>SAY NO TO CONSERVATIVE ISLAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Jakarta Post, Wednesday, August 30, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO TO CONSERVATIVE ISLAM&lt;br /&gt;By: Aguswandi, Banda Aceh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there was a discourse about "them and us" in Indonesia, it should be about "them" who want to promote conservative Islam through sharia that oppresses women and is antidemocratic and against multiculturalism, and "us" who want to promote civil Islam, secular democracy and a multicultural, cosmopolitan society. Those of us in the "us" category have to take a stand on this now before it is too late. We have to parade our views, demonstrate and speak out immediately and clearly against "them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian Islam has been unique in its compatibility with democracy. It has been celebrated for its moderation in contrast to the conservative, extreme version that is practiced in the Middle East. Despite being in majority, Muslims in Indonesia have lived happily side by side with Indonesians of all other religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that might not be the case in the future. It is already not the case in some parts of Indonesia. Now, as in many other parts of the Muslim world, Islam is under threat from the tidal wave of "Arabization" and conservatism. If we do not stop it now, this growing conservatism will result in our religion becoming a tyranny of the majority Muslims against the minority non-Muslims or even a tyranny against mainstream Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a critical moment for the future of the unique and moderate Indonesian version of Islam. It is now time for moderate Muslims, in alliance with the democratic and human rights movement in Indonesia, to speak out against "them". It is time for "us" to voice our loud support for civil and moderate Islam, to defend secularism and the multicultural society of Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to combine all of this with our work to build democracy and human rights in Indonesia. This is not about echoing what the west says. It is not about appeasing western pressure on the Muslim world. It is about what kind of future society we want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot let the rise of conservative Islam continue unchecked; it will be too late to deal with it later. In future, the subject could become too risky to touch; it could become impossible to find the space to debate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not winning yet, but the space is already constrained. Anybody who speaks out against "them" is accused of and perceived as anti-Islam. Foreigners who say something about sharia are regarded as Islamophobes. Women who speak out about sharia's discrimination against women are easily dismissed as western-influenced feminists. The only possible challenge can come from male Muslims who still face the risk of being seen as bad Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, we have to take that risk. Aceh's implementation of conservative sharia law should be a lesson for everyone. We should not repeat our failure to engage and deal with sharia and conservative groups, as we did in Aceh. Many of us failed to realize how Islam in Aceh was being exploited by conservative groups to promote something new, a different type of Islam that oppressed women, restricted freedom of speech, imposed a strict code of conduct and behavior that was against the local tradition and the nature of Islam itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sharia in Aceh was still a discourse, the Acehnese did not express their disagreement clearly enough. Many people did not want to say anything publicly for many reasons, including fear. Many Indonesians were ignorant about what was proposed. Now it is being implemented as&lt;br /&gt;the law, it is too late and too difficult to even challenge. The lesson here is do not play with time or it will become too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to do something about this now. This is an elephant in the room that cannot be ignored. The elephant will take and has taken victims in some parts of Indonesia, especially in Aceh. It will cause more harm later to the development of the country. It will harm the development of democracy. It will interfere with economic recovery. It will create a very bad image for everyone. This is the last thing anyone should want to happen to Indonesia right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other option, but for all of us to build alliances against conservatism. An axis of anti-extremism and conservative Islam has to be built. We should reject any attempt to intimidate and restrict the debate. We have to challenge the promotion of conservative Islamic values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not be silent anymore. The time has come for us to speak out against "them" loudly and clearly. We cannot wait for the future impact. All the accusations of being anti-Islam, Islamophobia, being sympathetic to the west, etc., should not deter us from discussing the bigger issues that will have an impact on our society. It is still not too late to do things better. The stakes are high: if they win, everyone here will be a mullah, but if we win, everyone will be a democrat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;(The Jakarta Post, Wednesday, August 30, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;The writer is a human rights advocate. He can be reached at&lt;br /&gt;agus_smur@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-115890065915211085?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/115890065915211085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=115890065915211085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115890065915211085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115890065915211085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-no-to-conservative-islam.html' title='SAY NO TO CONSERVATIVE ISLAM'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783366.post-115849794110358257</id><published>2006-09-17T19:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:27:49.517+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aceh'/><title type='text'>Journee normale a Lhong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Commencant par des activites pour enfant, on enchaine par une balade dans la jungle... etant perdus je tente l impossible et escalade un arbre qui faisait &lt;strong&gt;au moins dix metres de haut&lt;/strong&gt;.... grace a mes efforts de &lt;strong&gt;super-heroine&lt;/strong&gt; (et pendant qu'Abel et Erwin se debattaient avec une famille de crocodile dit "tueurs feroces"), nous reperons la route... Pour nous remettre de nos emotions, petit coucher de soleil a Saney, village de Lhong... Les pecheurs sortent, Abel retrouve ses amis locaux... &lt;strong&gt;la vie est belle&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC07794.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC07794.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="391" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/DSC07794.0.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC07796.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/DSC07796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC07795.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/DSC07795.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/400/DSC07795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC07805.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/320/DSC07807.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33783366-115849794110358257?l=thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/feeds/115849794110358257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33783366&amp;postID=115849794110358257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115849794110358257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33783366/posts/default/115849794110358257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-from-another-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/journee-normale-lhong.html' title='Journee normale a Lhong....'/><author><name>Emily Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/3713/1600/mlyabblogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
