Sometimes Sometimes, I miss you. I can’t forget you. You’re not far away, because I can never forget Indonesia. I remember one day we went to a mountain. This mountain is too high, you said to me. You can’t climb; foreigners can’t do it, turn around, go back! But we walked there, to the top of the mountain. Me and you, together. At the top, you took my hand; we looked at West Java below us: the ocean sparkling in …