October 31, 2010 the volcanic ashes had reached my house, but I still felt okay as the ashes were just very slight and it was followed by rain that washed away the dust in the evening. Life run as usual.
November 5, 2010, Merapi erupted wildly and sent soupy ashes to my house. I was rather panic. I tried to managed my self and called my work team and managed first aids for evacuees. In the evening I sent my kids to Bandung, West Java as prevention effort for worse condition. They stayed there for 5 days.
At the critical time the only thing that I thought was safety! But then.. I muse, who can achieve safety? Where the poor can run away on such condition especially old people, women and kids? They are the weak group and have no ability to choose alternatives for their life. They just take for granted what the fate said and follow the system provided for them whatever it is. How awful! Perhaps they are also people who lose nothing. Or..on the other hand..that I am actually the miserable one who is disturbed by worldly affairs so I become scared and worried!! O..my beloved short life.