I didn't write because I don't have enough words to write about my beloved city, Yogyakarta. I love this city as much as I love my hometown. Blitar was the place I was born. Jogja, heaven knows, may be the city I will die.
Those who have lived in the city must know how Jogja contributed to their lives. Knowledge, friendship, love, career, and destiny.
Now, Jogja is mourning... and I can not do but pray:
For those who lost their lives, may God places them in the best "house" to rest.
For those who survive the earthquake, may God replaces what He took away from them.
A message from a friend who lost their house reads, "I am OK, and God never sleeps..."
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